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	January 19th, 2005 I hate being sick. There is just nothing good about it. Ok, the missing work is good. Except, I am an hourly, wage-slave to the Man, so I have to make up any hours if I want a full paycheck. All that aside, things are ok, I guess. My throat started to hurt last night before I went to sleep and waking this morning did nothing to improve upon that. I debated calling in sick, because from the neck down, I feel ok. Then I tried to utter words out loud. It didn't work out so well. So, I called the sick line and croaked in the answering machine that I wouldn't be in today. I seriously don't think anyone cares. Especially me. And, I have tomorrow off anyway, so that gives me an extra day to try to kick this nasty gunge. I am approaching the critical time of having to move. Not so sure I want to go thru all that again, but this time I really don't have a choice. Part of the hesitation is the actual moving part of it all. Cause that sucks no matter how you slice it. Another part of it is feeling like I'm ending up back where I started. Because I am going to be living in the condo and working a crappy retail job selling cosmetics. That's what I was doing when I moved to Nashville. I know, I know. I can hear you all now. "But Kelley, you have a Master's Degree now. But Kelley, you have sports experience now." Blah blah blah. I can form very good arguments about why neither one of things matter right now, but I don't feel like going into it. On the bright side, I keep reading horoscopes that promise career success in the coming year. Let's hope so, is all I have to say. I picked out new carpet for the condo today. I had to go with something a bit cheaper than we originally planned, but it's ok. It's just for the bedrooms. They put a fast delivery notice on the carpet, so hopefully it can be installed within the next ten days. Then I can really start moving in. I need to spend a day cleaning this place first. I have several layers of papers and other various things strewn about, plus, this place can get dusty. I used to have fight off the dust bunnies with a Swiffer and vacuum cleaner. At one point, they were plotting a revolution. Against what, I have no idea because how tough can life be if you're a dust bunny? Philosophical musings about lint. Guess the sinus meds are kicking in. I guess I should have eaten something before I started popping pills. But what fun is that? I was going to tell the story of Matt's gang rumble last Saturday, but he has told it much better than I ever could. It was pretty damned funny though. I think that's enough for me today. My mommy would be upset that I'm not at home sleeping.

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