ye olde crapfest

i've got about ten minutes before "regionally famous old dude" gets here to record the message for "local car company." there's a lot to say, not much time to get it all out. i'll try it anyway.

so, this weekend was nice. jism was here, and we did many things, including eating, playing pool and poker, and sin city. sin city kicked much ass, i don't care what anybody says. i'm very tired (stoopid time change), but i'm here, working like a good little girl while the rest of my office is either a) golfing or b) in the bahamas. fuckers.

on other fronts, i was right about that whole 25=dead thing. ever since i hit that bday milestone last week, i've been slowly but surely falling apart. i am currently plagued with all of the following maladies:

• dry socket- yes it does hurt. a lot.
• poison ivy- it's not just for kids anymore!
• blisters galore- i really should get some gardening gloves before i rip all of my hands off
• yeast!- don't get grossed out... girl takes antibiotics, girl gets yeasty. this is life.
• head and ear aches- tooth related, i'm sure.
• major bloating- fuckin' water. who needs it?!?!

i think that's all. and really, it could be much worse, i know... my recently deceased great uncle had to have both of his legs cut off before he finally "kicked" that bucket. my poison ivy (about the FACE, legs, arms and feet!) doesn't much compare, now does it...

uh oh, old dude approaches. i'm out for now. someone prank my office today, i'd love that. thanks.