Great plans and all that

I sit here writing this, hoping that the waves of nausea will subside. It started Friday, which I thought were just nerves and lack of sleep. Still can't really sleep. Got some this morning, sleep that is, between 6 and 10 am. This flu is kicking my ass.

I had plans of getting up, getting my hair cut and then hitting as many IT places to give them my resume. I am placing some on line, but that is so tedious and without a instant reply. I don't count the auto-reply that says they received it as a "real" reply. It's almost as bad as a spam bot.

I was able to take the puppyman for his long walk and not throw up during it. I find this a huge accomplishment. Then ran the P@nera card over to dharma, who's dining with her boy James.

Oh my kingdom for a sprite, or anything that won't burn coming back up. Gross, I know, but it's the truth.

So enough about work and flu stuff, on to personal crappage. There are still so many unanswered questions. Questions that I'm afraid to ask. Questions that will take me down a road I probably don't want to revisit, but it seems that in this life time I am destined to repeat over and over and over again. Well third times the charm, right?

On a brighter note, I am reconnecting with friends that I haven't spoken to in about ten years. Some from my *gasp* high school, and some from my sordid past. The high school ones are bringing back a lot of good memories, the sordid ones are just making me laugh. And it's all about the laughs right now.