Siddity In The City

At this point, Theraflu just owns my ass.

I'm sick. Again. As in, for the second time. In a single year. You say to yourself, "Self, what is this bitch complaining about? Most people get sick, like, four times per year. Shut up, bitch." Yes, well, I'm not most people. And I used to almost never get sick. And yet, here I find myself doped up on the coughy sauce again. At least it's lemonilicious. Anyway, like I said last time, when I do get sick, I become a whiny little bitch about it, like a boy. One person of my acquaintance cannot stand it when anyone complains about anything, ever. Anything, ever, and I mean that quite seriously. So when I told her I'd finally gotten sick again (she'd been taunting me with the prospect for weeks, since everyone around us has been sick, including her) she responded with a "Suck it up, everybody gets sick." (Unsurprisingly, this particular woman is sick with something all the time, and never complains. She is far too set in her ways for me to alert her to the fact that, were she to actually bother to complain once in a while when she got sick rather than trying to work through everything, she might not be sick quite so often. But I digress. Also, if she did that, yours truly would be her replacement in the slack uptake or whatever.) For the record: Telling me to "suck it up" does not make me want to impress you by sucking it up, nor does it make me want to whine more out of defiance, like a child. It does, however, make me want to shove jagged ceramic shards into your squishy bits. Just thought you should know, so we're all on the same page. I need to be better by this time next week, because come Hell or high water, I'm going to San Francisco, and I am getting my proverbial party on. Also, I haven't NaNoed since the first week. Happy Tuesday.

posted by Sid @ 11/15/2005 08:55:00 AM