Random Rambling

I just realised I am no longer funny. I used to be funny I think... Though now I'm not quite sure. How does one know one is funny? Sometimes people say you are funny, but are they telling you the truth? Or just trying to make you feel good...or maybe their idea of what is funny isn't really funny at all...maybe they are just warped! Maybe they would laugh at something that makes the rest of us squirm in discomfort...but then I probably wouldn't because I'm funny to them and so thus must be funny to myself...in which case I'm warped...but then we all knew THAT! But I digress. When did I stop being funny? Course then again I might still be funny. Lord knows I LOOK funny, I might even smell funny....in which case I AM funny! But I don't think I'm funny. I think I'm a bore. Not borish...I hope. I don't want to be rude. But I AM rude! I interupt people...I don't always listen...I'm always off in La-La Land...THat's really where I'm from, not Ohio, USA, Earth, but La-La Land. That's why I speak Garble-De-Gook so fluently. Its the native language there! Anyway after spending the last 6 days mostly in my own company, I'm beginning to lose it slightly in which case the return to the Phunny Pharm on the Morrow is possibly a good thing. Lets hope I don't keel over and pass out my first day back!
Oh dear. Do you know how many people say, "You work in a pharmacy, how can you be sick? You have everything you'd ever need right here!"
Sheesh, most of it's prescription only, the majority of which is way more expensive than I can afford on my meager pittance, and last but not least I WORK IN A PHARMACY !! HOW CAN I NOT BE SICK?! I catch every durn germ that customers are kind enough to sneeze, cough or rub on the money they hand my way! Not that I ever see any of that money. I make less than the nearest McDonald's manager. You want fries with your Prozac? Shoot. If I was independantly wealthy I'd quit. But I'm not...quitting...or independantly wealthy.

Well I'm off to bed. So I can make it thru my day tomorrow!