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Half An Hour to Go

The past couple days (give or take) have been so fun. Well, Friday night on the way home from work actually was, because I ended up walking the rest of the way to the house (about five minutes) without a shirt on, and it felt sort of weird then, but I might as well get used to it, because sooner or later I'll be walking the entire way home (and longer routes too) that way. Possibly to work as well, but the sun does not play nice with tattoos, so unless it's really cloudy or the sun has already started to go down, then no to that.

Also though, by no means am I a hypochondriac, but take a look at the "In adults, emergency warning signs..." part of this. Everything but severe or persistent vomiting has been present since the beginning of the week, and just earlier I was in the bathroom thinking "I feel like I'm going to be sick", but shrugged that off as being due to having only eaten a bowl of cereal since I woke up, and in defense of that theory we were literally just out at Swiss Chalet for supper, and I feel much better now and have more energy, whereas I had to walk to the bank earlier to get money for supper, and could barely even control my panting by the time I got home. If it is actually due to illness, well, I should probably at least consider going to the hospital then, even though I read up on it enough earlier to find that there's a chance you can "get over it" the same as with any other ailment, but if it's due to simple lack of food, then I'm a bit chagrined at this point.

Anyways, supper was really nice, and I gave Adam more than a run for his money in a pokemon battle (despite that most of his were higher-leveled than mine), then he randomly started punching me for some reason, so I rather loudly asked him to stop, then was given this look by Naomi, Mom, and Dad. Is it any wonder that we don't go out for supper that often anymore? In Adam's case, if he's not drumming on the table with his silverware, he's getting really overactive and carried away with other gestures or body movements depending on the song he's listening to, and Naomi gets this attitude of "We're in a public place, so I'll do whatever the hell I want". I'll admit I'm not perfect either, but there's something to be said for behaving politely and civilly when you're eating out.

It is now time for me to leave for work though. I'd say that's unfortunate, but really, it isn't, because I have Wednesday, then Friday through Sunday off this week. Amusing because Sheila put up a note last month saying that if anybody called in sick without a doctor's note or didn't show up for their shifts on the long weekend in May, she'd assume they didn't want their job anymore, and yet here I am getting the entire weekend off, without even asking for it. That's later this week though, so for now, I'm just hoping I can make it through tonight fine. Getting to work is the first part, at any rate, so let's see how that goes~

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