Oh, Great. Now I'm Sick.

Well, I woke up with a raging sore throat this morning, courtesy of my idiot roommate, who spent the better part of a week hacking all over the apartment. This was in spite of my frequent urgings to, "Cover your damn mouth, you fucking moron." That stupid asshole. Whenever he finally drags his lazy ass out of bed, he's gonna hear it from me. I plan on pounding on his empty skull until it cracks open, or until I knock some sense into it. Knowing him, I'm guessing it will crack open first.

You have no idea how much this pisses me off. As if I didn't have enough to worry about over the next few days without throwing this into the mix. I fucking told him, "Look, if you insist on sneezing and coughing with your slack-jawed mouth hanging wide open, the least you can do is go into your room, close the door and do it there." He can do whatever the hell he wants in the privacy of his own room. I NEVER go in there. Hell, I'd be afraid to, lest I get buried in an avalanche of his fucking Star Wars toys. Seriously, this is a guy who doesn't have a pot to piss in, yet he has thousands of dollars worth of stupid toys. Bloody hell.

Now, I have the added joy of being treated like a leper for the next several days. You know how people get when they know you're sick. They start holding up crosses in front of themselves and bellowing, "Back! BA-A-A-ACK!!!" Oh, and I'm sure rehearsals for the show will be an absolute wingding, too. Try projecting your lines when your fucking throat feels like it's on fire. At least I'm nice enough to take precautions so that I don't infect anyone else. I'll make sure not to do things like, oh, I don't know, kiss my stage wife or hack all over people's faces, like that troglodyte roommate of mine.

So, how is YOUR morning going???