Don't Be A Complete Tool

I'm a crab.  I mean, worse than usual.  I'm developing a cold, which I think is worse than having a cold.  Being almost sick, you know the worst is yet to come.  There's really not much you can do about it, but try to head it off with sleep and pills.

This stupid thing is taking its sweet time too.  An almost cough one day, an almost sore throat the next, a semi-stuffy nose in the meantime.  So, right now, tuning it all out is much more preferable than focusing on it and wallowing in my misery.

I think I'll listen to music:

Mr. A: You're just wearing your headphones so you don't have to talk to me.
Me: Yup, pretty much...
Mr. A: What are you listening to?
Me: Whatever I want.  It's a 60G iPod.  I have a lot of shit on here.  Right now it's Disturbed, but I think I'm really in a Sarah McLachlan mood.
Mr. A: How can you listen to Disturbed and then Sarah McLachlan?
Me: Fucking talent?
Mr. A: That's why you don't control the radio.
Me: Can I put my headphones back on now?

So, maybe I'll read:

Mr. A: What are you reading now?
Me: A book. Shhhhhh.
*5 minutes later*
Mr. A: Are you still reading the same book?
Me: Yes.  Surprisingly, I'm not getting very far.
Mr. A: What part are you on?
Me: The part where I slam your head in my book.

Or, perhaps I'll blog:

Mr. A: Who are you chatting with now?
Me: No one.  I'm trying to update my blogs for once.
Mr. A: Oh.  What are you writing about?
Me: I'm writing about what an annoying ass you are.
Mr. A: Ha ha!  You're a funny guy.