Believe it or not, I had to leave work early yesterday. Was having one of those days where I had to be within arm’s reach of a box of tissues, and I think I was grossing out my co-workers. As my nose got redder, and I got more and more tired and headache-y, I finally decided that I might as well go home, don the red flannel pj’s yet again, dose up on Airborne, and sack out on the couch, which I did. After a nap and about 10 hours of sleep on top of that, I’m feeling better, although I’m still blowing my nose a bit. Thank God for Puffs with lotion.
I don’t think I’ve even been sick this much in such a short period of time — not sure what’s going on really (stress? not enough sleep this weekend?), but once again, I’m taking it as a cue to slow down a bit. I may just stay in tonight, especially since I have to compete in the Duckathlon tomorrow with Augie, Rob, and Lauren and I have to be in peak condition so we can kick some serious ass!
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4 responses to “The Plague, Take Seventy-Four”
I’m glad you didn’t stay in on the couch last night, my dear. It was fan-FUCKING-tastic to meet you. You win the Coolest New Person I Met last Night award. We must get our drink on sometime soon.
SCOTT! HARRIS! mm-hmmm.
I’m glad you didn’t stay in on the couch last night, my dear. It was fan-FUCKING-tastic to meet you. You win the Coolest New Person I Met last Night award. We must get our drink on sometime soon.
SCOTT! HARRIS! mm-hmmm.
Yay! I love prizes. . . .
Yay! I love prizes. . . .