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[11 Dec 2007|03:21pm] |
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I'm home.Because I feellikeshit. Brian's home because he pulledanall-nighter at the ESPN Zone in DC. Fucking MICROS. So now B is in the spare bedroom working on (gasp!) the same site he was at until 3 something in the morning. And I am considering another spoonful of vomit flavored flu stuff. I call it vomit flavored because it tastes so bad it makes me vomit. The actual taste is indescribable. I licked the spoon last time andthen ran to the bathroom in case I couldn't swallow it. I think my tongue hates me.
My boss is super nice. And today was Annual Meeting Tuesday, which I totally missed. I'll have to go in and go over my aged contracts with the boss. Mostly casinos. My supervisor is out for a month. She went to India. I took over all of her accounts and I'm pretty sure she gave me a few more permanently. It's insane how much has been handed to me so early on, but I guess it's good. I know that I'll be at MICROS beyond ninety days, anyway. Speaking of, my ninety day thing ends on December 24th. Pretty funny.
Sunday Brian and I are driving down to Cleveland with a couple of friends for the Browns game. We're doing really well this year. I told him I'd get him a Wii for Christmas, in addition to his other presents, but they're fucking hard to find in stores. I'm trying, though. I'm tired. I want IHop. Brian made me chicken noodle soup, and that was very sweet, I just want IHop. I'm subject hopping. I'm going to go take a sinus decongestant. Guten byes.
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