This one is going to be short, I'm afraid.
Woke up this morning with the sniffles. Got worse after I got to work. The floor kept moving around under my feet. And somebody kept playing with the temperature in the room.
After the fifth or sixth time someone said "Jesus Christ, you look like sh*t! Go home already!" I did.
I am now so full of cold meds I slosh when I walk. And my body feels like it has a big tuning fork made of jello in the middle of it.
I think I'll go to bed.
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