i went to work today.
i felt better when i woke up.
Once i got there, however.
i still felt sick and still almost passed out, i only heaved twice.
And to make it all even better, Phil wouldn't get off his half, so i didn't get to talk to Sierra when she called.
Fucker. He shall pay.
Easter Dinner with the family. Had Aunt Millie and Libby and David and the girls over, and i guess it was nice.
i really like David, he's good people.
Ah, and so i called EmiLy this morning at like 10:30.
She hung up on me. So that i took as a bad sign.
Turns out there was a reason, and she's not mad at me or anything
(Which follows, sort of, since EmiLy never really ever deemed me important enough to be pissed at that i can remember, much less with no reason i can think of)
She left me a voicemail telling me as much, so.
At least she's not dead or pregnant, which were the two dreads i had.
Sierra, i miss you. Lots.
For all you Christian peeps, He is risen!
For all you ingentiles, happy passover.
For the rest of you fuckers, happy 4/20.

Courtesy.

- posted by Third @ 9:51 PM