Hola, mi amigos & amigas!
(yes, that's the extent of my poor Spanish)
well, the test results are in - i have blood!
that's almost as good as the time my doc told me the results of the MRI stated that i had a brain. Dr. A was a hoot.
Anyways, my test results indicate some mild internal bleeding and i have to find a specialist in case you were wondering about me and my flagging health.
in other news, i'm tired. all the time. all i want to do is sleep. see, its' exactly like that Don Henley song, only i'm in America and i don't want to dance, i just want to sleep, and i don't think we have a weapon/drug smuggling ring operating out of the men's room in the local disco lounge as i don't think we have a disco lounge, and there's no heat coming off the street, and i'm not even on vacation . . . ok, so it's nothing like that song. but you have to admit it sounded good!
i have come to the conclusion that shift bids suck major anuses. i got a pretty tough but cool sup last bid and almost never lost my seat during the day. This bid, i have an awesome sup, but i can't even sit down at the same seat twice in a week, let alone keep one seat all day. i keep getting the shitty computers and then i have missing phone time while i have the keyboards, mice, or programs replaced to make them acceptable. i can't work with a system that closes my applications all the time or has a sticky, non-functioning, or jacked up peripherals. it's a pain in the ass and now all the techs in Help Desk know me and all the floor techs recognize my ID. i guess i'm the only one who wants to get this shit fixed, everyone else spends 10 minutes a pop rebooting at every error to avoid phone time.
fuckers.
well, Angel just called to have me meet him at Dragon Wood, so i must run - catch you later!
confessed on Tuesday, Feb. 04, 2003