For some reason, I called in sick to work today. I don't really know why, but by the time I called I had already caught every bug psychosomaticly. It's been a long time since I've called in to work sick, even longer when I'm not sick... In fact, I don't believe I ever have... Bad shit, this is what I used to do to school, I can't start that up for work or I'll lose my job in no time.

On a lighter note, I got a book in the mail today! Marquis de Sade's The 120 Days in Sodom. Now if any of you know what that is, which I highly doubt, I am reading it for informational purposes only. For those of you that don't know, you can go here to read some of it, or all of it if you have the stomach for it. But beware, this book is not for the feint of heart or the sane of mind. Seriously folks, most people would probably try to hang me for reading it. Luckily the days of lynching are over, so now I only have to worry about getting shot. You win some, you lose some... (or in my case you lose them all.)