so i haven't blogged in like a week!
but having bronchitis will do that to ya. bronchitis!! holy shit! how does one contract bronchitis? my guess is some nasty fucker who already had it came in to eat at dillbrush even though they had fucking bronchitis! and me, being the lucky girl i am, was their server. and since i am primo pre-busser extraordinare, i picked up their nasty bronchitis infested plate after they were done eating, and took it back to the kitchen where the infection must have rubbed off on me. normally i wash my hands after each trip to and from the dish room as it is a nasty shithole of infected plates. occasionally, however, i get busy and have to run back out there, and resort to wiping my hands on my jeans. this must have been one of those times.
anywho, i worked on monday, monday night, half a day tuesday, and half a day thursday. that's it. that's all i worked last week. except i also worked saturday night, but i'll get to that in a minute.
i got so much sleep last week. it was AWESOME. i mean sure, there were times when i couldn't breath, couldn't swallow, had a terrible headache, sorethroat, deathly coughing, blah blah blah, but i got to sleep. a lot. and that rocked. i slept so much that i actually had no problem getting up early on wednesday when i went to the urgent care. i love urgent care. 20 bucks and i got to go right in, and get medicine. and then the medicine was AWESOME. i felt so loopy all day thursday and friday.
friday night was the best part of the whole week. for some magical reason i was off work, so i went to my coworker trey's pad to watch the big ASU vs. UNI national championship game. i would have gone with katie and daniel if i wasn't sick. really, i would have. i wish i had. but i really was still sick. it was an awesome game to watch. the first half sucked cause we sucked. asu looked like a high school team. but then when Williams came back in, it turned around. and Hunter's huge amazing super cool play when he picked up the fumble and ran in for a touchdown, it was like a whole new team out there. that's football. the crowd and the noise, that's football. the extreme rush of adrenaline, the hugging and screaming and passion, that's football. i love it.
what a good time. then i went to carmen's. to play 3 dollar poker. i did awesome too. would have won if i hadn't pooped out. i tell ya, all that sleep made me so tired.. :) i was so tired i skipped the sagebrush christmas party at 9 on saturday. i'm such a bad employee :P but at least i showed up for work saturday night.
but honestly, i shouldn't have. of course, as soon as my bronshitis started to finally clear up, i got mad cramps. so i was pretty much miserable saturday afternoon. then carmen gave me some "naproxin". well that made me numb, and loopy. so i was in a pretty good mood at the brush, for a while. we were slow but i didn't mind. i was still feeling the tired. by 8:00 i was exhausted. i begged to be volumed and left at 10:00. sad. it was carmen's last night at the brush, and there was a big party at ace's that night. but i didn't go. i wish i had felt better, good enough to go. but i felt like i had been hit by a mack truck. a mack truck carrying something heavy and awful. like seafood. yea. so on saturday night i was asleep by midnight. and slept until almost noon sunday.
i almost forgot to mention that saturday night i got a text message and a voicemail from dr. boone wondering why my brother was mad at him, and why he had asked dr. boone not to go to his christmas eve show. this is the first i have actually heard from dr. boone in a while. so i was nervous when i finally called him back that night. it turns out alan had talked to carmen, and got the impression that i was utterly mad at dr. boone and didn't want to be near him, and didn't want him to go to the show. which is totally not true. not at all. i don't even know if i'm going to the show! and i certainly am not mad at dr. boone. i'm sad for him. i had a conversation with him about why he chose to give up on me. and we're cool. i understand him. and i'm not mad. if anything, i pity him. but that's all. anyways i cleared things up with alan yesterday when i was in town for my ma's birthday.
well that brings me up to present pretty much. i may have left a few things out, but what can ya do? get over it. :)
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mmm. i'm a bad friend. i didn't say that you hated him, though. i probably did say that i hated him and wish death on him. i didn't mean to get involved in that one. and if you're cool with him, i'll try to be cool with him. and saturday's party was fun, but you didn't miss much. i don't remember large portions of the evening, except that brian and i were mad at each other. we're over it now. I DON'T WORK AT SAGEBRUSH!!!!!!!!!
that's the coolest. feels good. i can't wait for your 2 months, so that we can see each other again...i think me quitting might put a cramp in our quality time together. plus, carmen doesn't have a car. :(
as if you ever drive anyways :P
haha.
whatever ho. when my car was better than yours, i used to drive. but now, yours is better, so you win. and, they can't find anything wrong with my car,and it is cranking. ???
I'm sorry you got bronchitis. I get that every time I get a cold. It never fails. You needed the sleep though, maybe that was your body's way of telling you to SLOW DOWN!!! So glad you got to watch the game Friday night- I don't think I have ever screamed so much or so loud before.
Best. Game. Ever.
that game sounded sexy. wish i could have been there screaming with you!! but yes, maybe i did need to slow down. all that speed and all those long hours of whoring around must have really worn me down. ;)
Yeah, you should really take a break from your third job as a 4th Street Girl.
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