Sick.
I have the death. I actually called in sick yesterday. I've been working there a year and-a-half, and this is the first time I've ever called in sick. As luck would have it, today is my day off (so I don't have to call in again).
In the last two days, I've slept roughly 30 hours and eaten a bagel (which has since come back up). This will be the first St. Patrick's Day since I can remember that I didn't have my single, celebratory Irish whiskey (I don't get hammered on St. Paddy's... amateur night).
I need to go stand up for awhile. Lying down as much as I have is killing my back. I didn't think that could happen...
Going to see if I can stomach some tea.
In the last two days, I've slept roughly 30 hours and eaten a bagel (which has since come back up). This will be the first St. Patrick's Day since I can remember that I didn't have my single, celebratory Irish whiskey (I don't get hammered on St. Paddy's... amateur night).
I need to go stand up for awhile. Lying down as much as I have is killing my back. I didn't think that could happen...
Going to see if I can stomach some tea.