I am so fucking sick. I haven't been this sick in a million years. A MILLION, I TELL YOU. There is mucus coming from every pore. I have no appetite. ME! WITH NO APPETITE! (I will never be a thin girl, because I just like eating too damned much.) I have had to miss work. I hate it so much. I hate missing work. I hate the idea that they might replace me. I know I am missed. The shop folk tell me. It is good to be missed. I think I was the humour lube that kept everyone from throttling each other. Heh. Humour lube. Ye gods. Have I mentioned lately how much I am enjoying this job? It's hard and brutal and terrible long hours, but it's amazing. I have learned so many things. SO many things. And met so many people! Holy. It makes me want to put off my England trip, but I know I can't. I have to go this summer, or never go. NEVER, I TELL YOU. Anyway, I need to go back to sleep. Or maybe stumble downstairs in my underpants and scare my roommates. Wish me well, my friends. . Rosie.
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