Yours truly has been dying of the plague. I thought to myself, when first reading about rapture, that it was a whole load of bull. Then I started looking at what was going on around the world... and I had a cold, sounding like I was ready to die. Floods... typhoons... earthquakes. The crazy people might not have had the only "6pm" thing right, but it seems they're on to something.
With this thought in my head, I tackled the day. My brain was still fractured from lack of sleep, too much coughing and of course... whatever plague has infested my body. Finally rolling into work, I discovered that most everyone was taking the rapture pretty seriously. With a very low call volume, I was able to leave early. I managed to wonder over to my ex's to find his father had slow roasted ribs. To you, casual reader, you probably don't know this, but I don't eat pork. I had a traumatizing experience as a kid... which later became almost a dietary necessity since pork is now difficult for me to digest. Now my tummy is all ewww... and I'm still having the coughing issue. If anyone could send me some cheese to go with this wine, I'd much appreciate it.
Today has been a very paranoid/sickly sort of day. I had a whole blog planned out to write for tonight, but it appears I've run out of steam and just need sleep. Much love and all that other junk.
~Mar~
