Well its official, after a few days of putting up a good fight my white blood cells are losing the battle. My cough has developed, my fatigue has increased, and my eyes water, but thats from my sadness. I love how i get sick, right when the weekend starts how lame. I've often been accused of being a wimp when i'm sick, mainly by wifey. I feel that this is an unfound accusation. Sure I whine, cry, and moan when all i have is a minor cough but I feel that history has granted me this right. For eons and ages men have fought bravely on the battlefield, subdued nature, and generally just shoved their weight around making their prescence known. Men have gone to the moon and back, traveled across uncharted waters to amazing new worlds, and led this country as its president for over two hundred years. And thus by men kind's accomplish i justify my being whiney. My brothers and i have put up with a lot and done our fair share of work to keep this planet in relative peace so let us whine, moan, cry, and ring a bell for more OJ. We've earned it.
Posted by holtonian at December 5, 2003 04:31 PM | TrackBackOh, get better Holtie. I hope you will make it to work on Monday. I need your massive emailings to keep me awake in the afternoons.
Posted by: april at December 6, 2003 09:59 AM