Holley is Not the Most Observent Kroger Employee

While that's true, can't force myself to love her any less. In fact, I'm sure it only increases my admiration for her. Poor girl.

In any case... I'm sick. Really, really sick. And it's upsetting, really. They gave me a steroid shot in my arse. It hurts. I have a bruise that's about the size of Paris. Maybe as big as Sicily. Who knows? I haven't had the opportunity to get my ruler back there to make precise measurements. My whole body hurts, and I have this nice little low-grade fever. I can't breathe. [insert sobbing here] Desperation's the name of the game.

My fever was a bit higher last night at work and guess who came through my line! Kind Mr. Riggs who didn't remember who I was until I go, "Uhm, I was a creeper-girl..." And the realization hit him: "Ooh, I hugged you!" Yeah. Daily, at my request, sometimes bi-daily. Then it seemed I was to make a choice: Pass out or puke, both of which he's seen me do, though I doubt he remembers either occasion.

I did neither, thank goodness and as soon as he left [did he catch me checking out his butt...?] I got to go on my break. Woohoo. Small consolation, that. Oh yes, and I got rejected by a boy who's desperate for my best friend. Yesterday was indeed an eventful day.

Doctor says that I am released to return to school/work on the second, unless I get worse. Happy thoughts. Anyway, I'ma get gone. Later.

xoxo