Well well.

Right when I thought shit was as bad as it could get... I'm sick. Really sick. Like I'm so stuffed up my EYES are stuffy. I wish I could take my face off and trade it for a new, un-stuffy one. I'm sick than a mu'fucka. They're installing new pipe above me and the noise is making me crazy. I feel like stabbing someone in the eye. With this rusted blade-thingie I'm staring at right now. Don't ask me why there's a rusty blade in a micro lab. It was here when I got here... perhaps for this very moment, no? I think NOW shit is as bad as it can get. But I have to issue the Royal Congrats to my Frat, JLuv on his rapidly approaching wedding. Good job homie. That's the main reason I'm posting. And to complain about this bullshit illness on top of this barrage of work I'm dying under over here, of course. But yeah, you go sir... do the damn thang! I'd also like to say that Radio VH1 is slightly great. I just listened to "Silent Treatment" by the Roots (another one of my favorite damn songs ever), and was instantly transported back in time. I remember my negro of the moment, the color of the walls, and the phone I was talking on at the time. I remember the snacks I had. Damn I miss them days. I didn't have to work, and I was never sick. Well maybe I got sick. But I could stay home then. This may come as a disappointment to some (well, maybe just Reef LOL)... I'm not gonna publish a full examination of the million dicks that Wednesday sucked. Because the number has now increased to a billion, and is applicable to this whole damn week. This whole week sucks a billion dicks. And I mean that with all that is within me. Something happened along the way, and yesterday was all I had, y'all. Oh shit. Now they're playing Maxwell... that "This Woman's Work" song. Live. And Uncut. Just kill me. Now I'm sick, overworked, and about to cry. Ugh. I'm out. This shit blows. Nuff said. Edit @ 11:21 am: And I ain't reading no more blogs today. 2 of the 5 I've had the chance to read have made me flat out cry. I'm such a weak bitch when I'm sick and overworked. Damn you people! Damn you to hell! (Okay, thats mean. So not hell. Damn you to Michigan! Detroit to be exact!)