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I just wanted to say, the lack of funniness is going to continue for awhile since I am feeling sicker and sicker. The horrible cold has now settled in my chest in a sharp cough. The kind that feels like a knife whenever you breathe.

Not to be mistaken for the cold leaving me completely. The entire front of my head is stuffy and full of all sorts of unspeakable things that give me headaches and keep me occupied with my box of Kleenex.

This cannot simply be written of to a nasty cold, since I am now quite nauseous and dizzy I will give my utmost effort to try and pass out at work today so I can go home. (Though the nausea might be in direct correlation to the fact I all I ate for breakfast was Whitestrips backwash and a sour raspberry Altoid. This does not, however, explain the dizziness.)

In other news, I am wearing a cute new skirt, which I realized did not match my shirt once I got to work.

I am blaming my sickness on work related stress. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone is going to care about me or my sickness until I start leaving at wake of used Kleenex behind me, or better get, heaped on their respective desks. Even then, they wouldn't care about poor dying Porkchop, they would simply care to know if I had AIDS or not as they gingerly removed the possiblely deathly tissues.

This day cannot be over fast enough.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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