A/N: THIS FANFICTION MAY CAUSE 2009 H1N1, INFLUENZA OR A SEVERE CASE OF DIARRHEA.
You’ve been given fair warning.
When I didn’t get a call by 5 this evening, I thought for sure I didn’t get the job. I started washing the dishes, huffing and being discouraged, but the phone did ring at quarter after. It was my new boss telling me I’m officially employed. HUZZAH. I start Thursday.
Chicken Pox
South Park is playing in the background. I hear:
Doctor: Most people don’t know this, but chicken pox is a form of herpes!
Stan: AHA, YOU HAVE HERPES ON YOUR FACE.
Of course I laughed, but why did I think of Michael?
Clearly it is bed time.