my 5 year-old love affair with the minimart premade eggsalad sandwich came to an apparent and screeching halt somewhere just west of the nebraska/colorado border this past sunday night. this has adversely effected my bulletproof plan of working 14+ hour shifts for the 4 days after returning from chicago. now i cant tell if im actually still sore form newyears, or if its the death slowly trickling from my nostrils. i woke up this afternoon [1hr nap betwixt shifts] and it was so dry in my room that my tongue was stuck to the side of my mouth, i thought i had bitten myself, but no, just a little innermouth dry skin. it the most fun when blood comes out when i blow to often…yes, fun.

as a result, there are a few things sitting on my desk that were supposed to be mailed, but they’re gonna wait till i can make it trhough a day without sleeping and working the entire way through.