I'm sick. 2003-03-24 - 12:35 p.m.
So, I really am sick. I promise I am. The symptoms of my illness involve sporadic coughing, a terrificly runny nose, plugged-up ears, a voice that sounds like the lovechild of a dead cow and a deader frog, and much general shaking of the proverbial bootay to "Baby Got Back", "Pump up the Jam", and "Bust a Move".
Really now, I dance like a cross between Elaine from "Seinfeld" and the lovechild of the dying cow and the deader frog. But that's okay. Just because I'm well enough to dance like an idiot, doesn't mean I can't call in sick to werk tomorrow. Does it?
Yeah. Maybe I should go lie down. Or put my hands in the air and wave 'em like I just don't care, whilst I generally shake my healthy butt.