sick as a dog / shit happens sunday.

cold sweats, goosebumps, pounding head, coughing, runny nose = no fun.

called in sick for work tonight since i'm definitely not feeling any better.
consequences:
1. no money
2. could loose medical for not making hours

well, i guess if i do lose the medical, more of a reason to find another job since i'm always complaining about the one i have.

we'll see what happens.

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so i was feeling a little better in the afternoon when j.rak hit me up...i hadn't seen her since she got back since i was sick and thought maybe getting out of the house would help...WRONGO!

i ended up picking her up and then we cruised to n.shore where i: #1. felt like shit #2. was puking on the beach at pipeline. #3. did actually get a bathing suit...it's always nice trying them on after being sick and not eating for a few days.

and then on the drive home, in the same spot as my tires tread came off before (in the tunnel after the airport), my back right tire went flat. wtf.
i didn't have a tire iron or jack...so i had to call a tow guy. so while i waited 45 mins for him to get there, i was pulled over at the end of the tunnel, puking.
twas shittty.

it was the longest drive home, ever. my back was even aching...all i wanted was some water. of course i hadn't refilled any of the ice cube trays at home, and the bag of ice i had somehow got melted together (well, i probably left the freezer door open slightly or something) so the first thing i did when i got home was drop all my shit in the front entrance, grabbed a wrench because i couldn't find a hammer, and started taking out all my frustrations on the bag of ice...and in turn, getting some ice for water.
twas good.

in a nutshell: i think i had bad juju for calling in sick (which i really was!) but then going to the beach.