Why do I have such a loyal damned work ethic that I feel guilty for calling in sick unless I cannot walk, or go five minutes without puking? I woke up this morning with a migraine. Full on "ohmyGodthesuniskillingme.Whoinventedthatgodforesakensphereoflightanyway?ExcusemewhileIvomit" Migraine. I took three Excedrin Migraine pills and lay in the living room where the sun doesn't shine (insert sophomoric giggles) for an hour. Still the pain, the pain. But, being the good employee, I stumbled into the shower, got dressed, and came to work (although I nearly ran over an old lady in the process). The hurt must stop. Make it go away!!
In my pain, I cannot concentrate on work, and I have to keep up with all my blogging friends, so I've been online all morning. Now, Natalie Dee is always funny, but this one just made me laugh hard in spite of the splitting headache. Then I clutched my skull, said "owwww," and laughed some more. I don't know why.
And I wasn't feeling well yesterday, also a little bit lazy, so I didn't do laundry. I see a skirt in my future...and possibly commando, but not at the same time. I think I need to call in sick to do laundry.