The deaf girl in my office kind of creeps me out. She breathes really heavily (not sure why), so whenever she passes by my cubicle, I feel like I'm in a horror movie.
You should start a "day at the office" blog. It sounds like you've got all kinds of characters there.
On Friday, I started doodling a story on a pad of Post-it's, where I wake up and the entire office has become zombified.
I have a weird pain in my chest. I can't move my shoulders to close to one another, or else it starts to hurt. It also hurts a bit if I breathe very deeply. Not sure what caused it, but it had been nagging since Friday and felt especially strong after a rough soccer yesterday afternoon. Sleeping last night was difficult. Gonna try to skip out on work early and go to the doctors. I'm hoping something's wrong a muscle and not my ribs.
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You were right, man. It's improved a little every morning since Sunday. WebMD'ing yourself is a stupid way to get paranoid. I started to get afraid that I had cracked a rib and that it would puncture my lung, or that I was developing osteoporosis and needed to make sure I consumed 1200 mg of calcium daily.
Ever have a dump that's so big that holding it in makes you feel like you're getting fucked in the ass? Holy hell that was brutal.
I am now. I'm uncomfortable using the stall in a public washroom, unless its completely vacated. So I was holding it in far longer than a doctor would've recommended.
