I should have stopped eating at Chik-FIl-A out of solidarity because the owner misguidedly hates on gay people. But now, I will do it for health reasons. 

They have a stand where I work so I get them for free (that is the reason that I am too much of a whore to join the original boycott). I ate a sandwich for lunch, about 11 o'clock or so. At 7 I felt like hell. And then by 10 o'clock that night I was really wishing I was DEAD. 

Fuck you, Chick-Fil-A. Fuck you and your cheap chicken sandwiches. I’ll cook my own meat from now on. I’m going to start having fruit smoothies for my lunch. Better tasting and better for me anyway.

Its raining and snowing now. The ratio of rain to snow changes every couple of hours but no matter what is falling from the sky it is serving to make the day more and more miserable. 

The adverse weather made Hunter call off her visit, but that is for the best. I do not want her to risk her safety. That is the most important. 

I had to venture out into the mess because one of my tires has a slow leak. It cost me $15 to get it patched. At least I did not spend 80 on a new tire. 

To compound my problems I am sick. I am not sure if it is flu or not, but I have already started to medicate myself. My asshole roommate found my Jager and drank most of it. He offered to let me have some of his shitty beers as compensation, but there is a reason I never stole any of his. I grabbed some cough syrup from the dollar store and mixed it with my Dr. Pepper. It is starting to work. 

One of his loser friends spent the night last night and he is hanging around again today. If he wants to stay again I am putting my foot down and making him leave. I already have one degenerate hippie living here with no signature on the lease I will be damned if I am going to put up with another, short term or long. They have been blasting music all afternoon. Some awful crap that they try to defend by saying “it’s not dub step!” as if I cared. Its that talentless shit that is made with mixing boards and drum machines, no actual instruments played or notes written. What ever it is, dub step, glitch, house, whatever. The only thing that changes about it is what kind of club its played in and what mind-numbing drugs people take to dance to it mindlessly for hours on end.