Sigh
So I didn't wake up this morning to the hoped for headline:
"Magician drowns in ill advised stunt. World says "I told you so.""
But at least he failed to break the world record, so he looks EVEN MORE STUPID than he did this time last week. I hate him so very much that frankly, I'll take what I can get.
In other news, I feel like crap. I have a mother of a sore throat, a lovely hacking cough and I think I'm running a slight temperature into the bargain (though it could be my morning coffee was too hot). The joyous thing is because I'm only a temp at Amex, I don't get sick pay. While I don't feel that horrific, I certainly don't feel like walking 40 minutes to work to deal with idiocy on a grand scale. But I have to because, for those of you keeping score, I'm broke. I can't afford to be ill. I could have bird flu, I'd still have to go to work. Grrr.
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Sorry to hear you aren't feeling well, and that you woke up to such depressing news. Of course, they say he may have done damage to his liver so you have that to hold onto. (And since we are on the topic, just what exactly is David Blaine's official occupation description? Stunt artist/illusionist? What the hell is that supposed to mean? This was as retarded as when he sat in that acrylic box for forty-something days.)
Feel better soon.
Feel better! Slack a little...
I hear that suspending yourself in a glass box over the Thames will clear that right up.
i'm glad you're working through your pain of the david blaine thing. do you think, though, that he made you physically ill?
I truly believe his stupid stunt is entirely responsible for my being poorly, yes.
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