Aaarghshefuy.
Fucking. Fever. Nose clogged up to my sinuses. (Dear sinuses, I hate you. You've made my life a living hell since I was 11. I thought you'd finally been subdued, but obviously not. You fuckers.) Shivering. Aching. Not good. Not going to work. Argh. Must stay up until 9 so I can call in. Debating wether or not to go to bed after.
Uuuuuuuuurgh.
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And drink stuff.
Sounds like you've got what I had last week.
(Lag time for getting there.)
*grin*
BED! YOU! NOW!!