Wow. My nifty little paycheck. 38 big smackeroos. Golly, I'm rich.*sigh*I gotta get more hours...and a second job.I wonder if the city morgue is hiring?
For some reason I felt nauseous after working out today. I hate it when that happens. Feeling sick to my stomach is fine as long as I'm actually going to throw-up. But feeling sick for no reason is just dumb.I'm such …