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Tuesday, Oct. 01, 2002 @ 3:51 P.M.

I am Death incarnate!

I'm a sickly mess... and I get to spread my joy at work! Today is Tracey's last day. ::Covers ears:: Hey, guys! You're not supposed to be cheering that loudly!! I was supposed to get her a going away card, but those plans fell through. I woke feeling like utter crap... sniffly, sneezy, and oozing. Ewwwwwy and gross all around. I shuffled around like a zombie, trying to feel better, but it just didn't happen. I had planned on driving down to Renton to pick up the card, clean a bit of my old room, then head off to work. Forget that!!! I want to crawl back into bed right now. But since I'm such a dedicated and loyal employee ::cough, cough:: ... okay, slave of Regal, I have to go in. I wouldn't want to screw up anybody else's day because I have a rebellious immune system and constant, shooting pains in my stomache. I mean, what do you expect me to do? Take a pill to make it all go away? Well, no way buster! I'm stronger than that. Let's see if my fellow co-managers are just as strong. Heh...

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