Ok, so I called off work, claiming to be sicker than I really was.
My punishment from the Universe is that I really /am/ sicker than I was. I woke up at 3am miserable as hell, and it's only gotten worse. I can barely breathe, my head feels like someone has encased it in [begin geek reference] one of Galen's spells of destruction [end geek reference], and I basically just hate the fact I'm alive just now.
My punishment from the Universe is that I really /am/ sicker than I was. I woke up at 3am miserable as hell, and it's only gotten worse. I can barely breathe, my head feels like someone has encased it in [begin geek reference] one of Galen's spells of destruction [end geek reference], and I basically just hate the fact I'm alive just now.