the clog

And God shall smite thee!...

Forgive me, Reader, for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last blog entry and my soul is heavy. Why? I have betrayed those that I call my friends. The story goes a little like this:

I was supposed to do a presentation for today. I had, prior to this, already been conned into doing the slides for the presentation, so that was already done and taken care of. The only problem was that I could not be bothered to present today. That's right, I COULD NOT BE BOTHERED! I am evil, I know. I have been sick for the past four days and quiet frankly, I'm sick and tired of speaking like I have wet socks up my nose. And I am also sick and tired of being saddled with most of the work in any given situation. But most of all, I WAS TIRED OF PUKING! Physically weakened, I begged my friends to do the presentation without me. Which is a big deal since I designed the whole presentation to include me quite a bit. And there was a lot to talk about. So I coached them the best I could and fed them to the wolves. I'm sure that they would have done well. Those slides were chock full of information. I just couldn't be bothered to drag my butt out there for 10 minutes and praying that I do not show the contents of my lunch to everybody in the class. So I quit. And now I've got guilt. Well, not really guilt...more like a conscience twang. A little one. Ah, forget it, it's already gone. -_-...

Hurrah for low guilt tolerance thresholds!

Rumoku-man