This is really Bed Time content, but Tumblr doesn't accept WAV files and I can't figure out how to convert to MP3.
*posted with permish, obv*
I am pissed off and flu ridden.
For some reason, being sick has made me unreasonably angry. I definitely have a fever, I've definitely had to work most of the last two work days even though I'm experiencing menopause-y hot flashes immediately followed by bouts of extreme coldness. I have lovely friends who have all offered to bring me things to make me feel better, but I want to be alone to pout and whine about how uncomfortable I am. Wags has been real good about it. He gets that I'm sick and has been content to chill in bed with me whenever I'm not at the computer.
I may update as soon as later today, but I most likely want nothing to do with this machine outside of whatever work I absolutely must do.
So this dude? Balancing chairs on his face and shit? That's my fucking homey from high school, Jim. We met at a school dance Freshman year and now we both live in LA and now he's doing some bomb ass tricks on Ellen! Fucking awesome!
Here's some more Jim:
I worked about eight hours yesterday for the Oscars. I passed out really hard at midnight and slept until 9:40 today... whoops. I don't even sleep that late on the weekends. I think I'm coming down with something and I'm just praying it's not that gnarly flu that's going around. I don't have insurance, I don't want to go to the doctor. I'm going to drink the Airborne I got in my Christmas stocking and maybe like, get some Jamba Juice or something. I don't know. It will be fine.
Barbara Walters is telling her Barak Obama story on The View for the third time this season. Bitch.
Awesome clip, BTW:
"Slippy Fun Fact: Until recently, I thought the Coen Bros and Farrlley
Bros were the same people, directed the same movies. Mary, Fargo, etc. "
-- Slippy
O.M.F.G.
