An alarming lack of WBC

Sick sick SICK! I hate it and I want my body to start rejecting some of these freaking virus and bacterium crawling their way through me.
Got good and sick around Christmas time...Bronchitis. Joy :-( I guess now this will be the norm for me....it better not dammit! Cold FX is on my side....I can't afford to be sick....

And for a writing junkie...I seem to be in heavy withdrawal. Actually I'm just disgustingly busy with all sorts of crazy things these days that suck up time like a fat kid with a slurpee.

Was wandering into the soup kitchen where I volunteer this past Friday, and I noticed an odd fellow staring at my car with a quirky smile on his face. And damn he looked familiar....
He said, "Hey nice Autobots sticker!" referring to my childlike need to turn my vehicle into a toy I used to have as a kid.
We chatted for a few moments and he asked if I knew so and so...and I said I did, and then we realized we once went to church together. Small world. He may come volunteer some friday with James and I.
I kind of hope he turns up. Back in the day he was a strange but decent guy. Nothing too out of the ordinary for the type of folks we used to hang out with back in the 'good ole days' but even so, the more the merrier.
Well, I guess time will tell all of her tales either way.

Been feeling like writing something crazy and funny and a bit scary. Like a zombie story!!! Maybe one that takes place in my office space-esque environment! OOOOH... or like..little snippets of what would happen if the world got zombified... just here and there... like at the local swimming pool, or the airport..or whatever.
I just wish I had more time. I just don't seem to have any of it for anything. I don't even have this mythical social life anymore.

Meh. Not much else to say right now. Just too damn tired and hoping this nicer weather helps me bounce out of the doldrums and into my usually energetic self. I have lots of training yet to do....and a new job to sort out.

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