I’m sick. I do think I’m getting better, but I’m no where near my best.
Yesterday I bit the bullet and called in sick to work. First time since last summer.
I didn’t even have the strength to stand. So I went to bed.
I slept all day and all night. In total, I think I was awake for 3 hours yesterday, and not all at once.
I didn’t want to call in sick two days in a row, so here I am, working away. At least I get to work from home today. In the comfort of my pajamas.
I wish Matt Giraud had an album out. He’s like my chicken soup.
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