I blame the rats
So, my roommate (who is the best roommate ever in just about every way) has one downfall.
9 rats.
Let me write that again.
My roommate has 9 rats.
Guess who just caught the plague? That's right. Me.
I blame the rats.
My doctor insists it was just the flu, but I know better. At any moment giant black lumps are going to appear and it will be the scourge of Europe all over again.
Ok, maybe not. Maybe it was just the flu.
Sadly it had really bad freakin' timing.
Tuesday morning I was supposed to get on a plane and go to my company's huge convention in Los Angeles. Instead Tuesday morning I called in sick, dosed myself with Nyquil, and slept for 2 days.
I'm feeling much better now.
I'm still icky and shaky, but I'm no longer wishing for death so I'm calling it progress.
So here I am at work, counting the hours until I can return to my best friend the couch.
Is it 6pm yet?