someone's got a case of the fuck you's

no amount of coffee or b vitamins is going to fix the feeling of today. monday. and i can't tell if it's raining or snowing, it looks like both. i stared at my boots for a good fifteen minutes before i decided to put them on. i feel as healthy as the yankees starting rotation. i'm sure they're on the phone to clemens, but i wonder what other ex-yankee aces they should be calling, is whitey ford still alive? i know i was in bed for a majority of the night but i can't remember ever being asleep. the game plan is to just drag myself into work. do what i got to do and get back home and back in bed. like the day didn't exist at all. my cold is officially time- sharing in my head. it comes for a couple days, leaves, and comes back a couple weeks later. what the fuckity- fuck???