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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

i believe in miracles

Other than a glorious nap today was entirely wasted. I did not work from home like I thought I would. I did not even call in to check my voicemails. I was totally useless today.

The worst part was Paul wasn't even home for me to snuggle with. I mean, really, what is the point of being home sick if there's no one around to shower you with sympathy and make you soup? None. Absolutely no point at all.

But at least I do feel a bit better. Fuzzy, from the nap, but better. I knew something was not right since I woke up this morning. I woke up and went "Ugh. Can I go back to sleep?" But instead of listening to my body, I dragged my butt out of bed, brushed hair, teeth, got dressed, grabbed yogurt and headed out the door. In my suit. In the rain.

Needless to say my suit got spotty. Then I went to work and threw up and came home. Yay me. Please, dear God, let me be in tip-top health by tomorrow.

 wingless was still breathing at 5:46 PM -

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