Well, this day is a bust from the start.

Boo woke me up at 3 AM and rather than spend three hours staring up at the ceiling telling myself to go back to sleep I just said the hell with it and got up. 5 hours of sleep is better than spending three hours yelling at my cat. I'm getting sick anyway and was having trouble sleeping since the idiots at work keep PARS 2 like a damned meat locker with the fans. Okay, kids, now tell me if this makes sense: it's winter outside, you have CH/A to keep it warm inside yet you run this giant fans to chill large portions of the room cold enough to freeze a side of beef. And then you force people to sit there for eight hours and consequently force them to become ill. During Christmas season. At the Post Office.

So the Christmas season is starting off with a bang. Five hours of sleep for the last two nights and now a cold. If I'm lucky it will stay a cold. But it never does. So I'll probably have to go to the walk-in medical place and spend money I can't afford to spend to get antibiotics to deal with a sinus or throat infection. Because my colds never stay colds anymore.

So I'm making it plain this morning that I don't care where they want me to key, I'm going to the back of the room where it's warm. They can kiss my pasty white Celtic ass if they want, I'm fragging tired of being cold all the time.

Hope I'll be able to do the podcast tonight. Not entirely sure my voice will be up to it.