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31 january 2001 Submit to lid. Earn fame. Lots of fame! Fortune, well... |
day 31, morale is low What...a...week. Oh, it's been okay, but have I had some eye-rolling moments. First, however, tomorrow I will be posting some recent reader mail up here. You guys are a hoot! Apparently, I touched a nerve with Monday's doodle, because a few of you had something to say about your respective stink experiences. I empathize, really. Now pass the gas mask. Today's is going to be kind of a shorty, and I apologize. I've been having these nosebleeds for a couple of weeks, and it was determined that I was going to the doctor--now! Turns out that they think they're caused by this allergy steroid I take, but did some other tests to eliminate other causes. How gross, huh? Nothing like sitting at my desk when WHAM! The falls burst, I run over to Linda's desk to grab a wad of tissue because all I've got over here is old newspapers, and then I spend a half hour in the restroom trying not to pass out. REAL NICE! So now that you're totally nauseated, let me give you a glimpse of life in the Ladies' Locker Room at the Y. Now, I overhear some wacky conversations in there, but today it was crowded and therefore ultra-gossipy. There was the-lady-whose-husband-left-her-for-a-policewoman. There were the malady sisters, trying to out-do one another with a weekly run-down of their assorted aches, pains, and afflictions. And then there was Princess Gyno. She went to her gynocologist yesterday! He's treating her chin pimples with an endless stream of antibiotics! Be careful, however (says her friend) because antibiotics can cause yeast infections! Blah blah blah yeasty cruddy blah blah itchy blah blah pimples gone hooray blah blah! I feel dirty this morning. My Grodie-O-Meter has hit its limit. Make it stop. I think I may send myself flowers today. |
