November 29, 2003

• No dreams last night. I was sick, and they sent me home from work. I didn’t even have to ask, they just told me I could go. I have such a great job. No one has told me to go home when I was sick since grade school. Usually I have to ask or prove I’m sick or something.

  
  

  I was doubly impressed with their compassion considering I was 15 minutes late for work due to the crazy people who have accidents because they don’t know how to drive in the rain. I would have been 10 minutes early if not for the Black Friday/rain drivers who panicked because it’s only ONE MONTH till gift-exchange frenzy.

  
  

  Yeesh people, you don’t have to wait till the last minute. I was done last month with the exception of some gift certificates I need to pick up. I typically start shopping in January and pick stuff up for people as I find it. It’s just plain stupid to wait, and it puts you into debt since most people don’t save and so everything ends up on credit come December. Better to buy things gradually and stockpile for holidays and birthdays.

  
  

  Anyway, I tried to stay up when I got home, because well, I was a little afraid to go to sleep. There was only a half a dose of pepto left in the cabinet. But it was alright, and I only woke up once around 2AM to dash to the bathroom. I think it was the pie my mom brought home, and it has since been tossed into the trash. I feel much better this morning, though I still feel all bloaty. Despite the amount of sleep I got, I’m still tired though.  I wish I didn’t have to work today, but I’m not calling in. That would mean other people would have to cover for me and this time of year, I won’t do that to them.

  
  

  Oh, I took this quiz this morning. What creature of mythology are you?

  
  

  

  
  

  Also known widely as the Fire Bird, the phoenix is a profound symbol of the life and rebirth. It has a life cycle of 500 to 600 years and after that amount of time, it sets itself on fire and dies in the flames. Then, after three days, it rises again from the ashes. It is a completely benign creature who lives in dew. It is said that the phoenix has a beautiful melodious song which grows ever more mournful as its life comes to an end. It is also a symbol of the sun and immortality.

  
  

   

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