I wish I could start out by saying that I dreamed about the Jolly Green Giant or something, but unfortunately, I don't think I did. I have no idea what I dreamed about. I'm back at work. It is work. It is fine. Everything is ok (except people that keep asking "gee..did ya have the flu?" I politely say "uh yea something like that, don't really wanna talk about it." until they go away. Yep..for 5 days my brain barfed and shit all over itself. It feels less sick today but it still can't concentrate and would rather be sleeping. Oh well...time to read Get Fuzzy.

do the jerk * do the frug