Bored With Life (How's That For Angst?)

Nothing ever changes in the Sea-Monkey tank.

A few weeks ago, I thought one of the females was pregnant because of her pronounced egg sac. I've since found out that all female Sea-Monkeys eventually get egg sacs whether they're pregnant or not, kinda like how young girls automatically get boobs. But having an egg sac doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant, just like having testicles doesn't necessarily mean you have sex.

I haven't seen any babies swimming around that tank, though. There's six adult Sea-Monkeys all in all, three females and three males. It's like the cast of Friends in there, except that nobody's having any sex, none of the monkeys have "The Rachel 'Do"... and uh, there's a lot more algea. Maybe I should just dump the tank down the sink and call it a day. I feel sorry for anything that has to live in my room. Even dust mites.

So anyway, I've been sick all week with a hellacious summer cold. As a result, I haven't been my cheery, upbeat self. (Tee hee-hee!) I've got this hacking cough that's starting to rival grandma's, plus my throat is sore. I couldn't even sing an old Tears For Fears tune in the shower this morning. Women like to say that men are complete babies when they're sick. That's not the case for me. I don't go into any "Ooooh, please feel sorry for me" mode; instead, I get extremely irritable, and will tear you a new asshole at even the slightest provocation. I can't even tell you how many people have heard me say, "Leave me the hell alone" this past week. I'm so fucking sick of Halls cough drops, too. Why do I even bother with those things? They don't fucking work, plus they taste nasty. The inside of my mouth has tasted like "Wild Cherry" all damn week...

Well, I would bitch some more, but I have to drag my corpse into work. On the plus side, maybe I'll get a few of my asshole co-workers sick, too. I want EVERYONE to share in my misery, goddammit.