Friday, August 24, 2007


I'm ill. I have what my mother always called "stomach virus" when she wrote notes for school. I also have a fever and my eyes are burning and goopy. I actually went to work (because it's suspicious to call in sick on a Friday) but I was useless and I finally gave up the fight before I fell asleep at my desk. The HR manager told me, "You look like shit." I came home and promptly curled up in bed. It felt so good. Now I'm a little hungry. I'd better root around in the kitchen and see what I can't conjure up--or keep down for that matter.


Roy said...

Aww man, I'm glad you got to go home!

Sachi said...

Poor baby!

Helena Handbasket said...

Be well, you fabulous ginghammed thing, you!