Home sick today. There's nothing like waking up, attempting to take a shower and then hacking up something that looks like Jimmy Hoffa while shampooing. Stupid dead teamsters.
Why is it that I feel vaguely guilty about calling in sick? I mean, it's not like I'm playing dead or anything -- it's just that I do feel too shitty to do work. I'm tired, this post-nasal drip is killing me and I'm sounding like Bea Arthur. Maybe it's because I belong to the school of "If I'm not halfway to death, I'm not calling in." But I do feel better today just getting a ton of sleep and rest.
After hauling my carcass out of bed, I've been entertaining myself with Red vs Blue cartoons. Those are lots of fun and I'm really enjoying it right now -- absurdly funny scripts mixed in with Halo. I do recommend it if you have a high-speed connection. They're fun to watch.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off for some tea.
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