I had a drink at lunch that gave me a sugar high I've yet to fall off of. It's not as good as it sounds because my cold is slowly but surely eating my brain.

I have had maybe 12 ounces of solid food over the last 49 hours, which is probably why the drink is surging through my veins. Don't fret, I've consumed what seems like hundreds of gallons of green tea, and enough water to choke a horse. All of this, of course, is attributed to my cold. The Worst Cold [Lewis Black Finger] EVER. I don't want you to think that I have just decided to stop eating like Mary Kate Olsen or Gandhi or someone...It's unhealthy, but I feel like shit and I just don't care. I can't breathe through my nose, and my throat is scratchy. I'm constantly sneezing and my eyes are watery. Fun Times. I think I destroyed another rainforest just for kleenex expenditures...

Apathy is always the best approach to health =)

In other news, I've been bogged down with stress. It's really all just part of my training for corporate life, and I think I'm handling it well. All day Sunday I did the business plan for Robotics, and I've yet to finish it. I've only compounded about 10 of the 15 pages, and then I have to make up lists of receivers. All this, and Kickoff is just around the corner. Not enough time.

Additional stress comes from some of my relationships. Sam is pissed at me. There's a news flash, huh?
Dan and I were arguing, but we made up.
Erik and I were arguing, but we made up.

Ummm....
I finished IRobot and its a good movie. I didn't like the ending, but I've yet to find one that I do like.

It's going to be another two weeks before Treppy goes into the shop. Mr. Zaengle decided to spring that on me this afternoon. WTF. I hate it.

I'm determined to buy another car, and to do so I plan on coming into large sums of money in less than moral ways. Nothing illegal; Remember, I'm going to be President someday.

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