I took a sick day yesterday. It felt great to be able to stay home because I was sick. I'm used to slaving, I mean working, in restaurants. There, a sick day is when you go to work even though you're sick. The factory I work at now has a slightly better sick day policy. You can stay home if you feel sick, but you don't get paid. Maybe some day I'll work where they have the mythical sick day where you get to stay home when you are sick but still get paid. I feel better today. At least I did when I woke up. Now that I'm home from work, I feel run down again. It's just a cold, but I really hate blowing my nose. It sounds gross, it feels gross, and it looks gross.

I'm planning an imaginary Christmas party. Every time somebody bugs me, I just decide they aren't invited to my Christmas party. If somebody cuts me off on the highway, they aren't invited. If somebody says something rude to me, they can't come to my party. It's sort of like the forward machine gun switch you can stick on your dashboard, except there aren't any flashing lights or cool sound effects. I've even banned characters on TV shows that irritate me.