I feel like Death. I'm fairly sure I have twin ear infections, and a kind of vicious head-and-chest cold with sore throat that keeps me tossing and turning.
Poor Jay's doing VCon this weekend, and he can't be getting decent rest with me moving around and snort-cough-moaning all night.
I keep dreaming that I've got blocks and lines floating in my lungs, and bright lights along the edges of them, and the lights move. When the lights touch each other, they're choking me somehow? I don't get it. But it's fucking weird and upsetting and I keep waking up halfway, convinced I'm choking (I'm not) and then I'm dealing with a dose of adrenaline and I can't sort out what's going on for a few minutes.
I'd call in to work, but they're stupid fuckers who have half of their employees working from home and a policy that one operator can't be alone in the office for an entire shift, in case they need a break and the system goes down while they're off getting lunch from 7-Eleven or something.
Why yes, I'm one of the few operators who work a long evening shift in the office any more. This means I get huge flack if I need to do something like call out sick. Assholes.
Wish me luck, so I don't kill the first inconsiderate dick to cross my path today.
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Now playing: Sly Foxx - Let's Go All The Way
http://foxytunes.com/artist/sly+foxx/track/lets+go+all+the+way