Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Blue Funk

I'm having a crap day. A client took to the road, my sweater is itchy and I have a new continent forming on my upper lip. Why I didn't pay attention to the budding coldsore on my face yesterday, I'll never know, but it's a little late for the pity-party now.


Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. But I doubt it. I'm pretty sure the new continent will be forming a government and inviting illegal immigrants in. Housing will be tight, the economy will crash and I will be left to pick up the pieces of my mouth.

Eww...I'm kind of grossing myself out right now. I'm going to stop.


cK said...

Have you considered geosynthetic fencing for your lip?

-A Concerned Citizen

LaCosta (Lollie) said...

I may have to put blast protection geotextile on the whole left side of my face. It feels like it may blow around 4 pm...

Hulles said...

It's 4:43, I must be outside of the blast radius, thank God. Do coldsores create fallout? Thanks for stopping by my place and cluing me in (by extrapolation) to yours. I think I like it here.