  or Why I Am The Most Boring Person On This Planet I just spent all day doing this: watching old reruns of Law & Order, sleeping and not much else.
It's 7 p.m. now and I feel like going back to bed. In all honesty, I think I came down with something, as I'm running back and forth between the couch and the bathroom (when I'm awake) and I'm parched, like I just went through some Bataan Death March or something.
I have a low-grade fever and the chills. It doesn't look like a good party night for Chicken. ROOTS No, not that television mini series. My HAIR. Ugh. I'm beginning to think my hair is more brown than blonde. Ick. Must color hair before leaving house again. After I throw up one more time. BRUSH, FLOSS AND VISIT YOUR DENTIST TWICE A YEAR I swear I was never this sick until that goddamned abscessed tooth last year.
That infection entered my brain and killed my short-term memory. It also weakened my immune system. Plus now, instead of brushing five times a day, it's more like eight or nine. I'm obsessed with my teeth. FUCK THIS SHIT, I'M GOING BACK TO BED My boss should be happy. I wait until the weekend to become ill. Damn. Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
