I couldn't drown them out because my MP3 player has developed this nasty habit of turning itself on. It did this over the weekend, and then drained the battery to zero, so I had no music coming in. I had just recharged it, too. I had left my book on the library table, which was fine, I wasn't getting into it anyway.
While I understand the need for small talk, I swear if one more person states it's cold out, I am going to say, "DDDDDUUuuuuuUUUUUhhhhHHH!!!" in the most drawn-out, sarcastic, passive agressive manner I can muster, rolling my eyes so hard into my skull sockets they squeak, and extending my jaw longer than one of Todd McFarlane's demon spawns.
I forgot my watch. It's probably still on my night stand. I don't know what time it is unless I look at my cell phone, and it's hard to be subtle when someone is talking to you and you look at the time. Since I have no internal clock, I am a SLAVE to timekeepers like a watch to keep rhythm.
My boss is STILL sick, coughing and snorting like a backed up drainage pipe, and with everyone who has been sick around me, it's been a bloody miracle I haven't gotten sick yet. My nutritionist was sick on Saturday, and she had the same thing. I figure the fates that be are waiting for Katsucon to strike. I have been raising energy, taking Zycam, and wondering where the hell my echinacea went to. Of course I have a meeting with the man later today, and I'll be exposed to even more germiness. My hope is that I already had this a few months ago, and I still have the antibodies for it ciculating around.