cold beds and toothbrushes

Frank is sick. On the phone yesterday he sounded horrible, and he kept saying he was freezing or burning up and I just wanted to be there with him. I hope today I get to see him, even though I have to work 4pm-8:30pm. I have a surprise for him though, which I hope he'll like.
Anthony apparently isn't going to the Renaissance Festival Sunday, he's not the most dependable person, and this time I'm not going to try and convince him to go. So, hopefully it'll be Frank, Bubba, Eric, and maybe Chase. I know that Bubba really want's to go because he'll be turning 21, and I hope Frank will feel well enough to go. I need to call Eric.
Lately, a lot of stuff has been bugging me, well a lot of people. I feel like shouting at them, or just shouting in general. I need a corner to hide in, or just lock myself in Franks room. It's not that I don't know why they bother me, because I do, I just hate how annoying people can be. I'm starting to really hate 'ditsy' people even more so then I use too.
Last night at work Yaros, Renata, Traci, and I had the most disturbing conversation about our managers. I'm surprised that one of us didn't throw up. Apparently the managers can 'monitor' us at home with the cameras set up in the store. Is that not fucking creepy? Also, Traci's nickname is 'toothbrush'. I'm not really looking forward to work today, or Saturday, but I know it can't be bad. I need to start adding my hours to my Yahoo Calendar.
I should shoot myself with all the Latin homework I need to do. I've been slacking off in that class too much. I'll force Ciera to do it;)