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I'm home sick. I didn't even need to do the plague-cough to go home, which is awesome, because I couldn't do it this morning, until about half an hour before I was released to go home anyway. Hmm. Clearly the fact that I'm walking around half-blind with no glasses on just to keep the sinus pressure from exploding out of my too-focused eyeballs was enough for our assistant director from hell to want to let me go home. He was actually quite pleasant about it, as opposed to the last time I asked if there was a possibility at all that I could go home early for illness, where he just kind of looked at me and went "but you can work until three, right?" and I'm kind of pissed because /that/ time, I was like, ten thousand times sicker than I am today. Today I just want to be home, curled up, possibly writing, definitely making bad video game choices, and absolutely sleeping.
I also want to puke horribly, but I have a cast-iron stomach with a death hatch over the oubliette, so um. Yeah. Provided it's not seafood or curdled milk, what goes down, stays down, regardless of how much my body tells me otherwise. Hooray.
Just wanted to share. :) Oh well.
I also want to puke horribly, but I have a cast-iron stomach with a death hatch over the oubliette, so um. Yeah. Provided it's not seafood or curdled milk, what goes down, stays down, regardless of how much my body tells me otherwise. Hooray.
Just wanted to share. :) Oh well.