Sick as Hell
sick – adj. (sik) sick·er, sick·est – Suffering from or affected with a physical illness; ailing.
sick - adj. (sik) sick·er, sick·est – Excellent; first-rate. Bitchin’, tight, ill.
I am both of these things. Je suis la bombe y estoy enferma. I am trying to keep things on the DL today, but my hacking motherfucking cough sings across the cubicles. Oh, there it goes again. It’s not as productive as it was this a.m. Don’t know whether to be satisfied or what.
A couple of birds slammed into the window-wall here at the office and their pathetic little corpses decompose on the concrete shelf outside. One of the birds is a sooty black and the other has a yellow breast speckled with brown. Flies covered the eyes of the black one yesterday, but the yellow one is remarkably untouched. I took a photo of it.
Herman, the Serial Killer That Couldn’t
With his .357 slung over his shoulder, Herman skulked home. He carefully shut the door so his mom wouldn’t hear him, but try as he might, his mother heard him.
She peeked around the corner with expectant eyes, wiping her flour-coated hands on her apron, “Well?”
Herman studied his shoes and shrugged his shoulders.
His mother sighed and took him by the hand. “Come on,” she said, “I made cookies.”
As he munched, his mother tried to pep him up. “Herman, your father was a slow blossomer, too. But he found his groove when he picked up his first chainsaw.”
“But I like the .357, Mom! Maybe I just don’t have it in me,” he lamented.
His mother pounded her fist on the table so hard that some milk from his glass spilled on the table. “I will not allow sniveling like that in this house. Herman, you’ve got to try harder. Either start killing or get a job,” she commanded.
Without a thought, Herman picked up the weapon and fired it at his mother. Before she slumped to the ground, she smiled at him and whispered, “See?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. It was just a story!
Do you baby yourself when you get a cold? Or do you suck it up and just ride, braa?
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Suck it up, usually.
I need mom.
I tend to live on a diet of chips, chocolate, and soda. Good recovery fare.
suffering from cold/sinus ick. result of getting married this past weekend. now i have a husband to baby me. but it looks like i’ll be returning the favor soon.
I flit between “waah! I need another cup of tea, and some soup, could you run me a bath, will you do the laundry” and “don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, don’t be near me cause I’m contagious and I hate everything but I won’t give in to it”
Ever since I had all organic material surgically removed from my exoskeleton, I find that I never ever get sick, EXEC CMD.
I make a really big pot of my special tea and suck it up. And drink the tea.