I.B.W.B.C. Local 802

I had some trouble sleeping last night. Sore throat, stuffy nose, you know the routine. Anyway, as I was coughing up a phlegm covered lung this morning, I started to wonder why I usually feel crummy in the mornings when I am sick and I get better as the day progresses. I finally realized why that is.
My immune system has gone union. Bastards!
The International Brotherhood of White Blood Cells, Local 802.
They refuse to work overnight shifts without over time and a shift differential. The nerve. It's mutiny Mister Christian! Mutiny I say! They all punch out around midnight and leave the cold or flu or whatever the hell it is that’s bugging me and go home. Where is the dedication? Where is that good old fashioned work ethic?
Where the hell did my energy go!?!
Nice.
*cough*
Happy now?
*cough*
Anyway, the one good thing about me catching colds is my voice dropping a full octave. I sound all James Earl Jones Junior-like.
“No Luke, I am your father!”
Sweet.
“You are beaten…. It is useless to resist.”
“Someday Simba, this will all be yours.”
“This is CNN.”
Giggity, giggity, giggity. Oh yeah!
When I was working at Full Sail as a lab instructor it was great because I could fake accents and sound completely different. I miss those days, recording nonsense and poetry just because I could. I need to do some more of that.
“Note to self, record cheesy accents and bland poetry in smarmy James Earl Jones Jr. voice…”
Stupid cold.
Stupid I.B.W.B.C. Local 802.
I need to go home and rest up.
TANGENT
You know, I just noticed something rather odd.
The World Cup draw is today and not only do I know about it, I think I actually care too. I… I… I think I like soccer.
Care is too strong a word for that right now. It’s just too soon I think, but I think I could feel more for soccer than just feigned or passing interest. I might even (gasp!) care.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Ok. I am going to go home now. I am very tired and slightly feverish, which, now that I think about it, might be why I am having ‘feeling’ for the most popular sport in the world (except America…)
Don’t get me wrong, I loves me some America, but we are missing the boat on Soccer.
In fact, if we used soccer to settle diplomatic differences we would still be owned by the Brits.
But not for long, there is more than just hope for Team America.
“Coming to save, the mother fu-“
Uh, right.
Ok. I am going now.
Have a great weekend.