Ugh...I've got a cold. I hate colds. It's not even a bad cold, but I hate it anyway. Hate hate hate. I'm such a wuss that I thought about calling in sick. What was I going to do at home? Watch TV? Ooh...aaahhhhhh... shiny objects... No, if I stayed home, I would've worked on something, so why not just come in and get paid for working? Or...for writing your blog at work?
Man, I'm tired.
I'm a whiner too.
I think I only whine when I'm tired though.
I've been tired for a while.
Okay, I should have said different but related topic.
Anyone want to know a secret about me? Give me a minute and I'll think of one.
I speak Russian. I'm 6'3" and 200 lbs. I want to dye my hair a lighter color (which we did on halloween, but it was only a one night dye. It looked really good!). I just found out my real father was the Preacher of a local Baptist Ministry. I'm also a liar, but not a very good one.
Incedentally, should you find yourself at a fork in the road, such as Jennifer Connely did in the Labyrinth, with one road leading to continued life, one to immediate death, and two guides (one of which always lies, the other always tells the truth) of whom you may ask one question only, what should you ask? First correct answer gets a pat on the back from yours truly.