Guilt
Ah, guilt. Expected guilt as I always, without exception, feel guilty about missing work. I'm still not feeling brilliant, so I'm sitting in bed sniffling rather than dragging myself around school sniffling. Even though I feel loads better than Saturday and Sunday, I figure I feel bad enough and if I were to go to work today and then get worse tomorrow because of it, then I'd miss a pretty important meeting. Therefore, I am home and guilt-ridden.
In other news, the builders have yet to show up for the day and it's almost 11:30. I'm becoming less and less impressed with the speed of their progress. I'm really hoping they show up soon and get a shit-load of stuff done today. I want a kitchen, damn-it.
In other news, the builders have yet to show up for the day and it's almost 11:30. I'm becoming less and less impressed with the speed of their progress. I'm really hoping they show up soon and get a shit-load of stuff done today. I want a kitchen, damn-it.