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Grex > Agora35 > #10: The bummed item....."Im so lonesome I could cry" | |
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ashke
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response 550 of 691:
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Dec 6 19:35 UTC 2000 |
<winks at anne> Am not getting old. Besides, you're still older than me!
No, I won't shoot you. You must suffer...like the rest of us did...
Bwahahahahah
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mooncat
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response 551 of 691:
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Dec 6 19:57 UTC 2000 |
Gee thanks, you're too kind.
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hematite
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response 552 of 691:
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Dec 6 20:01 UTC 2000 |
<pulls out her shot gun and aims it Anney. Pulls the trigger and the
little "BANG!" flag pops out> :)
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ashke
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response 553 of 691:
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Dec 6 20:14 UTC 2000 |
Well, my house filled with kitties, food, drink, and ample kleenex is at your
disposal. <sorry for the power trip...I've had an infection in my head and
chest for... almost a month now...>
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grimaldi
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response 554 of 691:
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Dec 6 23:14 UTC 2000 |
Must not kill assholes who think they are god after I've issuerd them a cheap
10 dollar ticket.. if one more [person calls me a "fuckhead" or anything close
to it between work tomorrow and Saturday... I'm gonna KILL SOMEBODY!
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bhelliom
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response 555 of 691:
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Dec 7 00:04 UTC 2000 |
I don't think I can top that. Won't even try.
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mary
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response 556 of 691:
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Dec 7 03:02 UTC 2000 |
This response has been erased.
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senna
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response 557 of 691:
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Dec 7 05:21 UTC 2000 |
Work sucked.
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birdy
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response 558 of 691:
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Dec 7 06:31 UTC 2000 |
Tonight was awful. Simply awful. Awful awful awful, and I have to go back
in four hours. <growl>
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sno
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response 559 of 691:
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Dec 7 12:49 UTC 2000 |
I'm still recovering from a hella wicked bout of food poisoning. We
now believe that the source was a plate of pastry desserts.
Barbara was hosting a plate-to-pass card game with her friends. and we
strongly suspect that the desserts were left-overs from some christmas
party from one of the women's work. Since the card game was Saturday,
any office party would have been at least a day before, with this
stuff sitting out unrefridgerated at least part of the time, with no
way for me to know. I usually have a cast-iron digestive system, but
this hit me hard.
Be warned, because you too may be inflicted with left-over-itis.
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mooncat
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response 560 of 691:
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Dec 7 14:39 UTC 2000 |
Thanks Wendy. :)
I really really hate being this sick. Waking up just to cough is no
fun. My chest is horribly congested (and my sinus are in stiff
competition with the lungs...) but other than that I don't really
*feel* sick, no fever, no discombobulated feeling, no aches (other than
my back being sore from all the damned coughing).
And now it's snowing.
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other
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response 561 of 691:
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Dec 7 16:42 UTC 2000 |
Started off moving day by jumpstarting my motorcycle so I could drive it
up the ramp into the truck. Well, it *almost* worked.
The bike stalled out at the top of the ramp, and the ramp was kind of
narrow, and the bike fell off the ramp, with me on it. Fortunately, I
didn't land under it, but in my highly adrenalized response and attempt
to right the bike again (it looks *really* sad upside-down) I think I
strained every muscle in my body.
Anyway, I finished the move all in one day (Monday) from a second floor
apartment to a second floor apartment. All by myself. I even got the
truck back at around midnight, which got me to the gas station to refill
the tank just before the station closed.
So, for the last two days, I have been nearly completely incapacitated,
with muscles I didn't know I had screaming in protest of their abuse.
I've taken more pain relievers in two days than at any time since my last
kidney stone, and my new apartment is a shambles, with every item still
forlornly sitting exactly where it was dumped when I stumbled in with it.
Today only hurts a little. So far...
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birdy
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response 562 of 691:
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Dec 7 16:55 UTC 2000 |
(Anne - sounds like what I had. I *felt* fine,but my sinuses and lungs felt
so painful and crappy that it affected my mood. Try Robitussin gelcaps...they
work wonders on me).
I'm tired...dead tired...so tired it hurts.
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ashke
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response 563 of 691:
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Dec 7 17:44 UTC 2000 |
Oh Other, my DEEPEST sympathies. I know how you feel, or rather I did. I
am no in post-moving sleepyness, the desire to do nothing but rest up from
moving and the stress of moving, but I still have to work, so there has been
nothing accomplished in the past almost week. Blah.
But my mother is coming over tonite, and perhaps she can help me make a
mockery of my house by shifting piles of boxes and I might even get a little
Christmas decorating done. Now just to get the dead fish out of the tank
without the choir of fuzzy angels wanting to eat it. Icky cats, I swear.
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mooncat
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response 564 of 691:
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Dec 7 18:47 UTC 2000 |
(Sarah I have Robitussin liquid... didn't see any gelcaps, but the
liquid should work with the other stuff I have. <grins>)
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jiffer
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response 565 of 691:
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Dec 7 19:44 UTC 2000 |
I got shot... (for the flu), and now my arm hurts, more than likely cos it
gets shot on Tuesday mornings usually and now I do that on a Thursday too!
My arm hates me now.
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ashke
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response 566 of 691:
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Dec 7 20:47 UTC 2000 |
Ex-roommate called. It was odd. Oh My God. He wanted to tell me he had some
of my mail, ask how I was doing, etc. Wanted to know if I had some of his
things. (Vampire books, for those in the know, I told you he'd ask) I have
a new cel phone, and I gave him that number to contact me. It has voice mail.
no biggie. Feeling very freaked out. He still doesn't have my home phone
or home address, but he did know where I worked. God help me. I don't know
how to handle this.
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birdy
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response 567 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:25 UTC 2000 |
Ummm...probably shouldn't have given him your phone number. As for work, he
can't get in without authorization, right? I remember having an M-Card to
get into the Med Center when I worked there.
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carson
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response 568 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:26 UTC 2000 |
(doesn't Michigan have one of those neato-keeno anti-stalking laws still, or
was it overturned?)
(speaking of which, I need to call my ex.)
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ashke
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response 569 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:30 UTC 2000 |
No, there is no need for an M-Card between 6am to 6pm here at the hosp. And
he's not stalking me. As for my phone number, my cel isn't listed, and he
can't get the address off it. Plus it has called ID so I can choose to ignore
it and let it go to voice mail. I just wasn't expecting this. Every time
I am prepared, the opposite happens and kicks me. However, I should be
putting up my christmas tree today and getting the final things in the new
place moved INTO place. SO that should help.
Just caught me very off guard. And didn't help my headache.
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birdy
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response 570 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:34 UTC 2000 |
You gave him your phone number and didn't think he'd call to finalize moving
issues? <weird look>
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mooncat
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response 571 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:46 UTC 2000 |
No Sarah, he new where she worked and called her at work today and THEN
she gave him the cel phone number. MAke more sense now?
Snow... I hate snow... I live in the wrong state.
I also hate this achey chest (lungs = congested, back muscles= sore
from coughing- for those that haven't been paying attention to my
whining.) I'm not a 'good' sick person... I whine... a lot.
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mooncat
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response 572 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:46 UTC 2000 |
(gack... he KNEW where she worked... (And I know beter) )
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birdy
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response 573 of 691:
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Dec 7 21:52 UTC 2000 |
Okay okay...sheesh... The response was a little ambiguous.
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jiffer
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response 574 of 691:
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Dec 7 22:28 UTC 2000 |
This is an actually I-hate-work day... I love my bosses, I love my co-workers,
I friggin HATE the computer systems... improvements?!?! what friggin'
improvements! QUIT THE BULLSHIT OR YOU WILL DIE BY THE WRATH OF CUSTOMER
SERVICE!
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