I really thought about calling in sick, but I didn't.
I should have though.
I went in to work. I tried!
But the longer I was there the worse I felt. I got to the point where I thought they were going to find me face down in the laundry cart I was searching. I was soaked in sweat and my head was pounding.
I gave up and went home.
Even typing this is hard work. My hands feel like they weight ten pounds apiece.
I believe I'll go to bed.
I'm on my own today - *A few years ago, Cliff was down at Versailles with his brother, Phil. I don't recall why they were there or why I wasn't, but when Cliff got home, he tol...
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