show me the money

Mood: achey. I may or may not be coming down with the bird flu.
Music: tori amos - have yourself a merry little christmas

I currently feel le shitty as I have a sore throat and a temperature and a massive convulsing headache and the burning desire to throw up over everything I see, but I'm not allowed to die untill after I've spent all the oodles and oodles of MONEY that I'm going to be making on Saturday at both jobs annnnd babysitting. Tee Hee!

Also: people love me. Yes, that is correct; People. They love me. Today a man not only consented to letting me cut his hair, he actually insisted that I take into my foolish, inexperienced hands a razor-sharp cutting utensil and proceed to use it against his luxurious, finely-groomed head of dark brown locks. (...Maybe he just wanted to piss off his wife or something.) And my boss gave me free hair care products! SWEET! I love stuff! Especially the free kind! And! I did so well on composing my midterm exam for tutoring that my teacher asked me to write her exams for her! SWEET! I love it when people complement my intelligence!

... And if someone sent me a microwave in an X-Wing, why, I'd love them too!

Ta Da.