I swear there is a conspiracy. My life is slowly being taken over, and the shreds of sanity clinging to the inside of my skull are in danger of loosing their grip. My apartment is being overrun with phone books. I've gotten one every week for the past month. I get calls in the middle of my sleeplessness asking if I've received them. I always reply in the affirmative, but the next day there is another little qwest dex sitting in my doorstep. If anyone wants a greeley phone book, they should let me know. I have the hook up. I'm drowning in them.
In further news, I've been ill the past couple of days. Not "Oh my god! I'm going to die" ill, but more like "Oh god, kill me now ill". I can't even call into work because we have this thing called "attendance points", and I have too many of them.(Like anyone noticed my 30 tardies when it actually might have mattered.) Now I can't complain too much, because I know some of you out there are really suffering with much more serious aliments, but its my journal, and I can be a whiny bitch if I want to. Seeing as I haven't posted for almost two weeks, there is actually quite a bit I could talk about, but the truth is no one cares and neither do I.