I found three thermometers under the bathroom sink. One or two of those I've had since I left my Dad's house, I'm pretty sure. I shook the mercury down below 98, then sat for around 5 minutes with the thing in my mouth. It hadn't moved, so I left it in a few more minutes. It was nearly 100. I tried again on another thermometer and got the same results. I asked Jeff is he knew if the mercury would go higher than the actual temperature if you left the thing in your mouth for too long. He asked me if I was trying to be sick. You know what? Fuck off. No, I'd just like to know the correct temperature, asshat.

I woke up Tuesday feeling crappy and like my throat was on fire as well as coated with gravel. I stayed home and watched the History Channel most of the day. They were showing stuff on WWII and Hitler all day, and I'm fascinated with that stuff. But I'm confused, I thought it was a myth that Hitler was a vegetarian. One of the programs made that claim while discussing his health conditions and various drug addictions. Hmmm. Then I spilled an entire cup of water on the nightstand. Dammit.

So I'm at work today but I doubt I'll be here for eight hours. My throat feels better, but I still sound like a frog. And my sinuses are throbbing (but not in a good way). And I needed gas this morning, but stop at the Chevr0n near the highway first. All of the pumps have out of order signs, but I thought they just meant the card readers. I stop at one and try to start the pump. Either the cashier had her head up her ass, or they weren't selling gas at all. Either way, I didn't have time for that shit. So I go across the street to the BeePee, and their reader doesn't work either. Fuck. Look, I know convenience store owners are sweating because they can't get people to come in any more, but I'm not buying any HoHos, asshole. Fuck.