Today's gonna suck so bad.
Woke up at 3:30. Mis-er-a-ble. I kept going from hot to cold and back again, my throat is killing me, I'm congested as hell and I'm exhausted, but I couldn't sleep.
And it's 3:30. Which means that if I take the nighttime meds, at 5:30, I'm going to have a *hell* of a time waking up. If I take the daytime stuff, I won't get anymore sleep. SUCKS TO BE ME.
And it's dog and pony day at work, so calling in sick really isn't an option. Though, I realized that for the past two years, I *have* been sick on dog and pony day. Though usually I call in and then go, "Oh fuck..." I didn't think dog and pony was stressing me out, but apparently it is.
Though it's becoming a rapidly more appealing thought that once they come through my room to go down to the office and tell them to get me a sub for the rest of the day.
Can I just say that at this point, I'm really looking forward to spending the weekend curled up on my couch in my p.j.'s introducing master_chatnoir to the joys of Torchwood? 'Cause really, canon boy-kissing does make a number of things better.
And it's 3:30. Which means that if I take the nighttime meds, at 5:30, I'm going to have a *hell* of a time waking up. If I take the daytime stuff, I won't get anymore sleep. SUCKS TO BE ME.
And it's dog and pony day at work, so calling in sick really isn't an option. Though, I realized that for the past two years, I *have* been sick on dog and pony day. Though usually I call in and then go, "Oh fuck..." I didn't think dog and pony was stressing me out, but apparently it is.
Though it's becoming a rapidly more appealing thought that once they come through my room to go down to the office and tell them to get me a sub for the rest of the day.
Can I just say that at this point, I'm really looking forward to spending the weekend curled up on my couch in my p.j.'s introducing master_chatnoir to the joys of Torchwood? 'Cause really, canon boy-kissing does make a number of things better.