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I decided to take a good old fashioned sickie this morning, as you do. Called Troy at work, croaked and moaned and stammered some theatrical spiel about being bed-ridden all weekend, feeling like dogshit, and doubting I could get out of bed, let alone to work. He bought it, or at least gave the impression he did, and that was that.
Feeling rather pleased with myself, I settled back into bed, turned my snooze alarm off, and was about to doze off when suddenly I remembered that yesterday, as me and a few mates were leaving WIN stadium in Wollongong after watching the Dragons trounce the Bronco's, I ran into Vicky and her husband - both Bronco fans...Vicky is the work 2IC. We had chatted about the game for a few minutes and I was quite animated and cheery about the result....
Opps...
So fucking much for being bed-ridden all weekend....
:-/
Upon my enivatble arrival at work I hurridly explained that I was suddenly feeling much better...
Fooled no one.
Great start to the week...