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This Death will just not go away.
I felt kinda Enh yesterday, but figured that was from lack of sleep, due to being over at SkyBar the night before to see Chris "play" (which he did despite the best efforts and harassment of the sound guy. Dick.) When I got home I felt much better, but should have known something was off. I was uninstalling like a mad fiend, and then decided to review ALL my writing impliments for shelf life, and get myself some more pencils in my carry around pencil bag. I'm quite sad. However, that really should have pointed to something, as I was very focused on that and NOT on what I should have been doing.
Around 11PM I felt suddenly ill. Like head spinny, coughy, snotty and all around icky. A small fat cat had taken up residence on my chest. Not Good. I cleaned up and went to bed, but was unable to sleep.
Now mind you, I'm eating like two lives depend on it. Maybe I shouldn't be. I'm hungry NOW and after the huge soup and chicken lunch I got, I have no right to be.
Meh, this one is just flat out sitcking around. I might have to retreat to bed very early tonight, and try and get about 10 or 12 hours. I need to get up at a reasonable time to do some stuff and then to CPA #2's for some work. THEN I'm going to rest my butt off until I head out to Sunday's show. Lots of juice and better for me food than what I've been eating, I hope.
I can't believe I'm in the office, and frankly I think it makes me worse. I'm way more emotional than usual, I'm all stuffed up and thanks to OM near the door being cold the heat is cranked up and I am hot as all get out hell.
My coworkers DO have empathy for me, one of them has been insisting I try her Zicam, which is So nasty but I show some improvement when I take it. But the fact is I can't bear the arguement that will ensue if I leave, with ONE person who doesn't really matter. I mean honestly, I should just quit.
Ok, off to find some busywork since I can't leave and go home
I felt kinda Enh yesterday, but figured that was from lack of sleep, due to being over at SkyBar the night before to see Chris "play" (which he did despite the best efforts and harassment of the sound guy. Dick.) When I got home I felt much better, but should have known something was off. I was uninstalling like a mad fiend, and then decided to review ALL my writing impliments for shelf life, and get myself some more pencils in my carry around pencil bag. I'm quite sad. However, that really should have pointed to something, as I was very focused on that and NOT on what I should have been doing.
Around 11PM I felt suddenly ill. Like head spinny, coughy, snotty and all around icky. A small fat cat had taken up residence on my chest. Not Good. I cleaned up and went to bed, but was unable to sleep.
Now mind you, I'm eating like two lives depend on it. Maybe I shouldn't be. I'm hungry NOW and after the huge soup and chicken lunch I got, I have no right to be.
Meh, this one is just flat out sitcking around. I might have to retreat to bed very early tonight, and try and get about 10 or 12 hours. I need to get up at a reasonable time to do some stuff and then to CPA #2's for some work. THEN I'm going to rest my butt off until I head out to Sunday's show. Lots of juice and better for me food than what I've been eating, I hope.
I can't believe I'm in the office, and frankly I think it makes me worse. I'm way more emotional than usual, I'm all stuffed up and thanks to OM near the door being cold the heat is cranked up and I am hot as all get out hell.
My coworkers DO have empathy for me, one of them has been insisting I try her Zicam, which is So nasty but I show some improvement when I take it. But the fact is I can't bear the arguement that will ensue if I leave, with ONE person who doesn't really matter. I mean honestly, I should just quit.
Ok, off to find some busywork since I can't leave and go home
