3.16.2011

catatonic

What goes through my head when I wake up feeling like seven flavors of death and, following a five-minute struggle to stand up under my own power, admit that I am actually ill enough to call in sick to work:

"Hell. Fucking goddamn hell. Fuck you, immune system.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed."


What goes through my cat's head when I call in sick and spend the day in bed:

"HOORAY IT'S A SPECIAL OCCASION! LET'S CELEBRATE BY MEOWING IN HER FACE! MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW! YOOOOOWL! WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING UP AND FEEDING ME, IT'S 7:00 A.M., MAYBE I SHOULD MEOW MORE."

1 comment:

Jabas said...

This made me laugh. Thank you.