Mixed Week with a Sinus Infection and a Filthy Text Message

 Stupid weird weather.  I found out today that my suspicions were right.  I had a sinus infection.  I was fortunate enough to see my doctor this morning and get back on the mend.  The cough was doing me in.  I sounded like a Muppet with emphysema when the cough got bad.  Or maybe Oscar the Grouch with COPD.  The tickle monster in my throat seems to be taking a nap and hopefully it doesn't rear its ugly head at 3:30 this morning and keep me up.  

I thought maybe I should take the day and just rest.  I was feeling better that if I could at least find out that I didn't have something more serious then I could work the majority of the day.  For anyone that acted like I was taking off too much time when I seriously got sick can go bite me.  Part of me did kind of worry that the monster that pushed me out of one assignment would be lurking to see what I was doing just to be "helpful" even if their intentions were bad.  

I don't like monsters.  They seem to be everywhere.

Feeling a little blue about a friendship that I kind of think was a charity case friendship. I feel bad when I say it or think it but I got a message over the weekend that read like a postcard.  My friend was going to Phoenix for a few months as I knew she would.  I was a charity case.  She did her duty and she's done.  Sigh.  I was the funny and smart mouthed person when she worked with me and made the day fun.  Hearing that I don't always feel so funny and feel kind of sad some days wasn't what she wanted to know.  Too much information for her bubble. I wish her well.

I did some text banking tonight for Vote Riders. I got 2000 texts sent between North Carolina and Texas.  I was really wild the first time I did it. I felt so proud of myself even if I got a few nasty texts.  I was Woo Hooing when Raphael Warnock won re-election.

Tonight I got a response from someone that called me a Fat F-ing pig.  Go F my F-ing Fat face you ugly fat B.  He also said that he likes to suck an area on a man that's below his waist.

How does he know how much I weigh?  I wonder if he would like to meet my downstairs neighbor.

What a weird week.  

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