super blah! (that's a factorial)

ok, yesterday i was tired, yesterday i worked late, today i came in early. i thought the was bad enough. since i got back so late the only way to get dinner was to go to the bar, so i went, had a small meal, two whiskeys, and to bed. but no, today i think i'm getting sick. i never get sick but this god damn place is eating me alive. i think i have a fever and i've been cold all day, so i'm pretty sure, TODAY, i'm going to try to follow the plan i had yesterday, straight to the room to sweat this out (if i'm sick), maybe not even eat. maybe they've found the 2 shirts, pants, underwear, socks that have been missing for over a week. or maybe they've found the package that was delivered 3 days ago that no one knows where it is. this sucks. and in the suckage, emma's life gets better. instead of coming straight back here (she got her visa orders), she gets to go to mumbai to pound into the skulls of the customs agents what a DLN tuning kit is for. thing is, i asked her to write me a memo to send them (as was requested of me by the customer) explaining what it is for. so she is going to fly there and tell them the exact same thing. maybe i should've written it in telugu, or no, DUMBASS, they might've understood that. they just want some bribes. they've been taking mad bribes this whole time, i'm pretty sure. the office of anti-corruption probably charges money for a complaint. i don't care, i don't feel good.

done.