Sep 11, 2004 13:53
What had started as a minor roller blading accident with a few days off had turned into a full blown bed time for me.
I called in to Denny, not even bothering to call Alan, simply because I didn't want to get into another conversation that would frustrate me. Denny gave me a hard line lecture about being a good soldier and finally shut up when I said it had something to do with female troubles. Works every time.
I went to bed. I am not going to get out until I feel better.
Alan is going to need a temp, I think.