Blistery goodness.

So I can feel the strep throat coming on. It's MARVELOUS. Jude had strep throat about two weeks ago, and I honestly thought the rest of us had avoided it. Reed is currently still on antibiotics for his nasty cough and runny nose, so I don't really have any idea if he CAN catch it. But I'm pretty sure I'm getting it. My throat felt weird and scratchy on the way home from work on Friday, and when I looked at it there were two gross blistery spots on the back. SEXY. I felt better yesterday, but today I feel really really awful, tired and achy and low and confused, and my throat is hurting really bad. I suppose it's back to the doctor with me tomorrow.

Off the subject, I'd just like to get off my chest that Jason and I both, at our respective jobs, work around some of the most stuck-up, intolerable yuppy fuckheads that I've ever encountered in my entire life. EVER. Fire me, I don't care, because it's enough to drive a person to drink large amounts of alcohol and randomly shout "FUCKERS!" I think it's starting to get to me a little bit.

Lastly, Jason and I got a sympathy card in the mail regarding Shu Shu's passing, and it was the sweetest thing. It really was.