i feel hurty, oh, so hurty, i feel hurty and shitty and blight

by mg at 08:10 AM on July 30, 2002

I woke up this morning, early, for the first time since the first week I started working, and I feel hurty.

Considering that there were roving power outages last night across Queens and New York City, it's a wonder I'm awake at all. The power went out on my entire block twice last night, just while I was awake. Apparently it happened a couple more times over the evening as well.

So I woke up this morning, for some reason, the first time my alarm clock sounded, rather than an hour later, after hitting the snooze seven times. I woke up and looked out my window at the empty world. It was like an episode of Twilight Zone; I felt like the only person alive, and luckily I've got perfect vision.

But maybe I'm not the only person in the world alive, but the only one to actually put a back-up battery in my plug-in alarm clock. While everyone else will wake up about two hours from now, late for work, blinking and uncaffeinated at the blinking "12:00" on their digital alarm clocks.

Me? I'm awake on time because I was prepared. And it's all because, as much as I hated the institution, I'm a real boy scout at heart. "Always be prepared", "On my honor I will do my best to do my duty," "let's go beat up some fags," and other assorted slogans.

But, anyway, back to me feeling hurty.

I was feeling a bit crappy last night, sneezing, sore throat, and feeling really hot. I thought it was an allergy thing, combined with, well, the heat. But, I woke up this morning sweaty and gasping for breath, but without a hottie lying underneath me, and a tingly feeling in my nether region.

My throat had completely closed up overnight, and I am surely running a fever.

Just my luck that the one day I wake up early and might actually make it into work on time, that I feel so bad I probably wont even be going to work. Seriously, isn't that just my luck? I've medicated up - took some cold/flu medicine, some Tylenol, a mega dose of Vitamin C (the singer, not the actual Vitamin, hubba hubba).

Now I am sucking down glass after glass of tea in the hopes that I might actually be able to relax my throat enough that I can stand up without getting completely out of breathe. I'm a simple man with simple needs; a constant supply of oxygen is one of them.

Another one of my needs is shitloads and shitloads of money, so I'll probably be heading in to work after all. And, even though I woke up early I'll still push my luck by making the decision at the last possible moment so I'll have to rush to get ready and leave the house with just enough time to be 15 minutes late to work.

Did I mention I feel hurty?