At first, the plan was just to make it to the end of the day. I’m working from home tomorrow, so it doesn’t really matter if I am as death warmed over – I highly doubt that the firemen coming in to test my systems will be at all interested in .. well, testing my systems. I have to be there to let them in or the Troll will levy fines against me and possibly eat my children, and frankly I don’t want to take that risk.

I know this cold isn’t anything outrageous or all that unusual – looking back over my archives, it seems I always get some sort of nasty infectious disease around the beginning of the year. I’m sure the stress of the end of last year has finally caught up with me, and taking public transit probably hasn’t helped – I have a cold, and it is sad in my sinuses.

But STILL. I hate it, and I hate complaining about it. So .. I won’t. I’m going to move all my meetings to Friday, then go home to bask in medication for the remainder of the day. I’ve sucked this up long enough and to the point that I’ve built up a resistance to the OTC meds I’ve been popping like candy – now I just need sleep and some soup and maybe some bad daytime TV, and I should be better soon. After all, I have Plans this weekend. Big ones. Fun ones, in a dress and maybe some earrings. There is no time for this cold! Away with you!

This morning on the bus I was not about to take any guff from rude people: I motioned to a Gucci Princess to move her fucking bag off the seat she had it on so I could sit down. Normally I would prefer to stand than to wedge myself into a seat, but not today. This was not acceptable to the Princess, and she lasted exactly 3 stops before getting up and huffing off to another seat near the front – one reserved for the disabled, actually – with her fancy brand names flouncing to and fro. Hey, Princess. Eat a bag of dick.

Would you like to laugh until you fall over? Have at it, then. Entitlement: It’s hilarious!
Where the hell is my boss? I need to go home.