*snorfle* Buh? *thud*
Me = still sick. Me = at work. Me = hypocrite. In my defense, all that "don't come in if you're sick!" malarkey doesn't hold water when you're the only one who does your job, you can't do what you do from home, and there's a gazillion things to be done on the day in question. Feh. I'm slathering One Step all over my hands before and after I touch anything communal, covering my mouth when I sneeze or cough. This is way more than most of my coworkers do when they're sick, so hey, they can't complain. :P
Mint tea. Dried fruit. Vitamins. Protein. Caffeine. I feel semi-human, except for the moments when I swear I'm having epidural flashbacks. (There's still pain, but verticality is a baffling ordeal. Man, that stuff was useless when I was in labour. *eyeroll*) Hence the cut quote from Sixteen Candles ("she just took a little muscle relaxant" "try FOUR, Mother!"). Also, I seem to have acquired Steve Miller's The Joker as an underlying soundtrack. What the heck does "pompatus" mean, anyway?
My watch thinks it's midnight. Ah, if only. I really should go home.