Fists of FURY!!

I rarely get sick- I mean really rarely, I have not called in sick to work once this year. My whole life I have been pretty healthy, but yesterday, I started feeling a little quesy, a a headache came over me like an angel of death- a very heavy angel with big claws clamped on to my cranium!

I wanted to go home from work, I felt achey, I had cold sweats, I needed to vomit- but I just held it all in and waited till I got home. Why was I sick? I had cereal and a banana for breakfast, a salad for lunch and a whole bunch of water- so I decided that what I needed was something fattening and non-healthy for dinner. When I get sick the black side of me comes alive and I crave fried chicken and watermelon. I didn't have watermelon, but I had the stuff to make fried chicken, so after a long nap I made some fried chicken- AND- I drank two Dr. Peppers. I figured if my body is craving sugar and caffeine, that would do the trick- it didn't. I still felt like crap, bloated and weighted down by the fried chicken strips and squash that I had for dinner.

I finally decided to go to bed because there was NOTHING on tv and I was tired of reading and my headache was not getting any bettter. I was lying down on my infinitely cozy bed when someone decided to start hanging pictures on their wall- the wall that was attached to my wall that my bed is leaning against.

At first I thought, "How many pictures could they possibly hang?" Apparently 10 because I was getting tired of the banging and so I put on my robe- my huge robe that makes me look like the grim reeper, and I went outside to go and knock on my neighbors door to see why in the heck they were hanging up pictures at 10:30 at night. Well, I was thwarted in my quest because their neighbor stopped me and asked, "Why are you out in your robe?" She is an older lady and suddenly I felt foolish for being so angry and I said that I heard a strange noise coming from the apartment next to mine and I thought I would check it out. She looked at me all worried like and I said, "Well, it was probably nothing" and I hurried back to my room.

I heard the hammering again and it set me off. I got up out of bed and pounded the wall with my fists so hard that I am sure the entire Apartment complex probably shook with my wrath.

I heard no more hanging of pictures, but now I was wide awake... I finally fell to sleep about 1 am after watching Conan O'Brian. I get tired of just laying in bed hoping to fall asleep while my mind races through a myriad of things at a rate that is surely the rate of all peoples minds that are insane. In other words, lying in bed waiting to fall asleep makes me crazy.

Fortunately, today I feel better. much better. But if I see my neighbor, I might just have to break out the fists of fury on his face!!!