Sick like dog

I am currently fighting the latest cold my daughter brought home.

Snot fills my cranium like green jello in a clouded bowl, my throat feels as if I was drinking paint thinner, and I'm a bit feverish. I am certainly impatient with the bullshit going on in front of me.

People, please stop trying to use the same excuses over and over again, especially after you just watched the three people in front of you lose based on the same faulty reasoning. It does you no good, and you don't score points behaving like a lemming and leaping off in pursuit of those who went before you...

Time to dose. Theraflu is my friend.

The Tears

This just gets me, the tears welling in his eyes as he rockets through town are just too much. I laughed my ass off.

I needed it.

Sergeant's exam didn't go as well as I'd hoped. There stand about 200 bodies between myself and stripes. I am not sure what I did wrong. I did quite well on the oral portion, but somehow scored below average on the written. There will be a lot of hiring from this list, and many of those who tested well have bad things in their work history. Regardless, no stripes for me till 2013 or so.

Ironically, and also good for my mental health; the contract for the game company is ready for signing.

Balance in all things, I suppose. Perhaps I will get promoted at the same time my first novel is being published.