Blargh

So, I’m sick. Again.

I really hate being sick. I mean really hate it. Not only do I hate being sick, but I hate everything about being sick. I hate all the tissues that rub my nose raw, the mucus that lodges in my chest, the various aches and pains whenever I move and all the cold and clammy sweat that cocoons me in a blanket of yucky slime. Most of all, I hate the fact that as a self employed individual I don’t get any paid sick days off, like a certain wife I could mention who enjoys rubbing those kinds of things in her husbands face when he’s deathly ill.

And really, what’s the point of being sick if you can’t get paid for it?

3 Comments

  1. Well whoever got you sick is the coolest. Remember he just helped you out by adding a subject to your blog. Now you have something interesting to blog about, Wow he is so cool.

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