The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Mind is shot. Making mix CDs is... challenging.

Work? What work?

 

Fuck you Comcast. Suck my dick.

I feel slightly better.

thank you

 

Small world. I just got off the phone telling them to gargle my balls over the "introduction rate shuffle" game.

Good times.

 

Major headache....ugh. I think it's just lack of caffeine, since I didn't get coffee this morning. Grumble, grumble.

 

I went to the med supply store at 2:40 pm for more pipette tips. They close at 3. The door was locked when I got there. Bullshit.

At least now I have a reason to procrastinate.

 

Press the big blue button.

 

My new homepage for the duration of grad school.

 

OMG. I am using that every day now. Forever.

 

Crap. That's what I feel like. Pure crap.

 

Sympathizing with you

 

I don't feel well. I am nauseous and tired and have a final in 1 hour.

 

Holy jeebus, the new stomach medicine that is supposed to be my miracle cure might be killing me.
Massive headaches in the morning and an hour after I take it... so that's four a day if I get a break inbetween... and violent stomach pains.
Like Angry Uterus has been taking steroids for six months and climbed into my stomach and the immediately connected digestive tract and is chomping and swinging fists like a vampire Bruce Lee. What the fuck?
I'm guessing that I don't have what they thought I have...

 

HA! I googled my Last Name and Syndrome.....there is one already. Too funny.

A rare eosinophilic disorder characterized by itchy, burning, red, and inflamed areas on the skin often on the lower arm or leg. The lesions may be single or multiple. They are usually red at first (looking like cellulitis) then change to brown red, to blue gray, then greenish gray. The lesions are usually painful and are sometimes associated with a fever. They typically heal without scarring within weeks to months; however they often recur. The cause of XXXX syndrome is unknown; but some researchers think that Wells syndrome is an autoimmune reaction

 

I have THREE syndromes, bitches. Heh.
My maiden name has none, but Google did offer me "Down's Syndrome" as a consolation prize.

 

Should have gone to the med supply store at *pulls off sunglasses* 4:20 pm instead.

 

Wait, did Plan9 hack your account?

 

Shit, I almost forgot my password to this place. I'm not crackalackin' nothing, homeskillet.

Today's complaint:

Walking toe-first into the vacuum cleaner in the upstairs hallway at 3 AM because the old lady decided that the middle of the walkway was the best place to put it.

 

My password is unhackable. Nope, I was in rare form yesterday. Happens when you get less than four hours of sleep every Sunday night through Wednesday night.