It's Catching

I think I am catching the crud-fuck cold that Joe brought home two days ago. My throat is kinda scratchy, my sinuses are filling up with goo, and my bones are achey.

I fell sound asleep on the sofa last night at 8:30; woke up and went to bed around 10 (I think), and slept straight through unti 6:35 when I woke up out of a weird travelling dream.

When I got to work I had just enough time to grab my notebook and trot down to the other building. I am normally a strolling type of walker, but since I was running late I upped my walking speed. Now my shins hurt and my knees are complaining.

So yeah, I'm a half of a mess tonight.

I really can't call in sick tomorrow either, because tomorrow is when I will learn if I am one of the favored few highly valued critical employees to get a retention bonus. At least my private meeting with the director is at 9:00, so I will be able to start drinking early!

Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere, right?