Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Sick.
I'm sick. So sick. Seems like it could be strep throat. I can't speak above a croaky whisper, so I had Micki call in to work for me today. It's the first time I've ever called in sick, and I still feel a little guilty about it.
I guess this provides me more time to write my essay and short story. If only I felt like it.
*crawls away to collapse on the couch*
| 9:25 AM |
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