I am still alive. I think. It has been a really rotten 24 hours but I am still here. I got sent home from work yesterday, everyone was holding their hands in front of them like "keep away from me"....at least they weren't holding up garlic, or I really would have been insulted. I still feel like I did yesterday, but I have got to work today. I had this great idea yesterday that I could do some of my work from home, so i got it all ready to go, put it in a neat little file, all organized-like, and walked off and left it on my desk. Shit. Some days I shouldn't be allowed to have a job.
Things in the rest of my world are rolling along...although at this moment I couldn't tell you what they are...I guess I feel worse than I originally thought....I think I shall sign off, and wait for a more lucid moment, one that isn't filled with too much day-quil...that shit messes with my head....out.