"Don't blame it on the rain...blame it on those crazy little knomes." I had a dream. last night. while sleeping. About my dog. and his new found attachment for a batman pin. He felt like a hero. I felt worse and than wors-er. My illness has apparently vanished for now. My virus. or disease. or whatever. Gone with the wind. or more importantly down the drain it's gone. The car needs to get inspected. and detected. All that good stuff. and fluff. "Your construction smells of corruption. I manipulate to recreate..." And so goes on and on this life o' mine. Sitting here typing on a machine. Because technologies a wonderful thing. I feel a little misplaced today. a little nervous as well. Tomorrow I work. back I go to hell. I don't want to hear any lectures about calling in sick. If need be I'll get all SICK-NASTY on'em and let them see why I called in. I don't like being lectured. And I don't like working. M says quit. I say shit. why not give it a few more days. I'd prefer to quit right in the middle of an order. when some bitch or what-not is pissing me off. My closing line would go something like this: "Well if you're so great come on over here and do this yourself. And when they come over, inform them of my quitting." Well something along those thin lines. No one's strained to contact me lately. Makes me feel a little unwanted I must say. I won't cry about it though. Being as sick as I was really makes your eyes open. And your mind go into over-DRIVE. I don't know. but I'm fine with everything. I don't feel like worrying about anyone or anything. so I've decided not too. And I shalt not. Well I think now I'll just get moving and grooving and see what's goin' down on the net. "Put my service to the test..." DFN.