It looks like I might actually get my days off this week, which is novel, since I've actually only had 2 days off work since February 25th. I think maybe this terrible accident is convincing management that we all could use a break. It happened on Saturday. I was driving that day, but nowhere near where it happened. The driver, we have heard, was ( Read more... )

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Thanks to khasael and empressjolie for the birthday wishes! I'm 28. Woo. And hoo. I'd be more excited, but I'm suffering from a vile sinus demon that kept me from sleeping much or possibly at all last night. I'd complain some more, but then you'd all know how much of a baby I am, and there's enough self pity on Livejournal that mine isn't needed. I did get presents. ( Read more... )

And tonight we're under a winter storm warning -- we may actually have snow tomorrow. Out comes the orange juice, the heated mattress pad, and the box of tissues.

I'm going to bed for the long haul.

Yesterday was the pinacle of my cold, and it was also one of the worst days I've had in a long while. I called in sick to work on Friday, and I stupidly promised to be in on Saturday, but I really should have stayed home again.

( A Timeline of the Worst Day Thus Far in 2006. )

( When David Bowie appears, send the girl to bed. )

Urg. I have a cold. It's snowing. Should I go to work, or call in sick?

I called in sick, in hopes of defeating my cold by tomorrow night.