February 14, 2001
I feel sort of like
I feel sort of like the Constable in Much Ado About Nothing (Michael Keaton's character in the Branagh version). "O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass!"
I had a difficult customer on the phone. His last words to me were, "You are such a bitch!" Then he hung up. Unfortunately, I didn't have his name or anything, or I would have passed it along to someone higher up. So I keep telling the people around me, "Hey, I'm a bitch!"
I am such a little
I am such a little hypochondriac. Whenever something's wrong with me, usually the first thing I do is go check out Yahoo! Health (I know, I'm an evil Yahoo! minion far too often) to see what it is. I'm fairly certain this awful headache I've had for the past week is TMJ, which means I should go to the dentist. Which means they'll yell at me for not coming to the dentist sooner. Bleah.
There may be an entry later today, but if there is, it'll probably be on the evils of Valentine's Day.
