It's 7:27 AM. I've been up since, well .. I haven't been to sleep yet (and I know I've kept Eric up with my incessant hacking phlegmy cough). I would give ANYTHING to be able to just get ONE HOUR of sleep. The only way I can even rest comfortably without coughing too much is by sitting up fully .. and I can't sleep like that.

Although, to be honest, drinking a glass of ice-cold cranberry juice to relieve sore throat? The BEST THING EVER CREATED.

Too bad it was the last of my cranberry juice.



In other news, I'm putting out applications to different jobs: Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, Whole Foods, Borders. perfectcherry, I put you down as a reference. After walking out of work on Saturday night (granted, 15 minutes before everyone else left but still I walked out) and realizing what level of utter shit the management team at work's sunk to, I'm done. I've been there 2.5 years now and it's gone steadily downhill, to where I wonder how some of the management even got hired. Wtf were they thinking?

I'm not the type to walk out of a job -- I have a good work ethic and I'm a hard worker. But when it gets to this point, it's time to gtfo and weigh other options.

Lastly, I .. apologize on behalf of my behavior recently. It's not been how it should be, and being up all night has given me ample time to reflect upon that. I'm not perfect, and I don't profess to be, but I can try and get a little closer to it. I'll make no excuses here; it is what it is.

At 6:34 PM I feel a bit less stupendously wretched -- I've still got the nasty sore throat and cough, but that's about it. I also managed to get some sleep, from 11-3 and from about 4:45 'til just now, so by tomorrow I'll be just about okay if I continue to take things easy. Mom dropped off some supplies in the form of the Great White Remedy: chicken soup, two 2-liters of Sprite, and I'll be investing in another bottle of Umcka Cold Care. I swear to god it's the best cough syrup ever.