Sunday, February 8, 2009

No, I will not quote the Daniel Powter song. You can't make me.


I'm sick. 

My head feels like it's going to explode. 

And my throat is aching. Very soon I'm going to lose my voice and talk like a man.
It's just what happens to me.
I might feel a fever coming on too.

I'm writing my anthro paper. 

And missing the Grammys. 

Work was so slow today. I barely made enough to cover gas. 

I think I need a do over of February 8th 2009.

I'll be okay though, in the grand scheme of things, I'm having a good day compared to some.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think you need an adventure. You need something to perk you up. I will have to get back to you with an idea... maybe i need an adventure too, that is why i can't think of any ideas for you.

mariam

maddy said...

um i have been sick since forever srsly i'm like always sick.

Chatty Cathy said...

You should've skipped work. Sick Cathy = no worky. Plus, you're germy. lol

Emily the Magnificent. said...

I know, especially with handling food. But my work doesn't really like it when you call in sick. . . ironic?