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McDonald's is run by evil

I will never, ever, ever eat anything besides a salad at McDonald's again. N-e-v-e-r. I don't think there are words to describe how amazingly disgusting I feel right now. I seriously feel like I drank vat of oil. I couldn't even really enjoy Queer Eye for the Straight Guy when we watched it, tonight. I just sort of curled up next to Steven, felt bleh, and dozed. It was ok, Queer Eye was a rerun of the Christmas special, anyhow. Steven actually told me I looked sick and he could feel when I got chills because of all the goosebumps that came up on me. Gross.

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So, 1½ hours, some chicken soup, and two Immodium later, I feel passable. Not great and I still need to wait a little longer for the stupid things to totally work, but yea, I feel semi-human.

Work blew tonight. Maybe it was this (still) assbiting cold, but there was no one in the mall. I had like 4 sales all night. I was seriously trying not to fall asleep behind the counter. I suceeded, but just barely. Probably only because I decided to start closing at like 8:45. God, I had retail.

Might go to bed soon. I think the Immodium's finally done it's magic. I've been tired all day, anyhow. I seriously look like I have two black eyes. Plus, I want to get started on cleaning the kitchen tomorrow. I want to rearrange the apartment this week-end, especially since we've talked about having a Superbowl party here. Going to Wal*mart with meine Mutter tomorrow. I need paper towels, shaving creme, and a big ass bowl for popcorn. Using two isn't cutting it. We used to have one when I lived in Vermont, but, like many things from that era, it probably got tossed. Boo! I also want to catch up with Cara, at some point and I need to do dishes.

I'm going to get some more water and head to bed. Here's yet another survey:

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