2003-12-25 - 6:47 p.m.
my week before Christmas (abridged):
-got the flu
the end.
Uh huh. Today, day four, it's downshifted into a cold...so at least people aren't running screaming from me anymore. I managed to make it up to Maxfield as not to ruin Jeremy's Christmas. I haven't worked since Sunday, and I'm mostly sure my bosses think I made up the flu to get time off. Don't I wish! I didn't get off the couch for three days, sleeping in shifts of no more than two hours at a time (with the occasional puke break (the last one was the color and consistency of egg yolk and tasted of rancid aspirin, which baffles and astounds me still (sorry if that's too graphic))). The good news is that I'm pretty sure I've shed a pound or two of the treacherous egg nog weight. But I can't confirm anything.
That's all for now, I'm still tired and weird. Merry Christmas and joyous other holidays to all of you ("all of you" probably being the two readersI know of that read this blog-o)!
