Tuesday,
November 17, 2009
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Bleurgh
You know you are not a well clown when even your boss looks at you and says, "I don't want to say you look terrible, so I'll just say you look like you feel terrible."
According to Theresa I was flushed and miserable looking, and indeed I felt like someone had filled my lungs with water and tightened a belt around my chest, so I came home early and did a face plant on the couch, and I think I'm going to stay home tomorrow, as well. Considering that she just got over a king god hell killer case of bronchitis and another guy in our department is reporting the same symptoms that I am, I think rest, fluids and lots of vitamins are in order.
However, since Nanowrimo waits for no virus and the whole point about having the laptop is so that I can write in a prone position, I still hit my quota for the day. Well, hell, if Eddy could write while hungover and feeling miserable, I kinda owe it to him to cowboy up, pull on my big girl panties and do the same.