Grr.
February 16, 2005
I hate you, stupid flu-or-whatever-disease-I-have-contracted. I want to go home and get back in bed but I can’t, because of course you always hit me in the third week of February every.freakin’.year, the week when I have tons of stuff to do at work, and my birthday is coming up, and I’m usually getting ready to go out of town to a conference.
I hate you I hate you Ihateyou.
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6 Comments Leave a Comment
1.
Lauren | February 16, 2005 at 11:02 am
you and Michael Jackson both, eh?
2.
jim | February 16, 2005 at 1:35 pm
when’s your birthday?
mine is TOMORROW! WOO!
feel better.
3.
Lauren | February 16, 2005 at 5:26 pm
My birthday’s a week from today!
4.
~A | February 17, 2005 at 12:45 pm
I’m going to ignore all the b-day talk for now and just insist you get better.
get better already.
5.
Beth | February 18, 2005 at 8:21 am
Happy Birthday! All the cool kids were born in February, and you share a birthday with my husband. I certainly hope you’re feeling better by now, it would be no good at all to be sick on your birthday. Do something fun!
6.
Kristen | February 18, 2005 at 9:04 am
Happy birthday! 25 was a fun year for me and I hope it will be for you, too!
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