I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t have any more room in my schedule for sick.
So, whoever it was that had the bright idea that my year just wouldn’t be complete without a bout of the plague that seemed to affect everyone else on the planet except me (so far), you were wrong. I am not laughing. Nor am I sleeping. But I am sneezing with the force of 27 elephants, have headaches that make it feel like my face is going to pop off my head and, as a bonus, every time I cough, it feels like I swallowed a whole box of razor blades.
Plus, it made me lose a day. I was supposed to get a lot done on this day, but no. I had to spend it sleeping and resting since the night before I only managed 1 hour of sleep in a stretch (yes, I checked).
So, no more time for this. I’m going to sleep tonight. And I’m not going to be sick tomorrow.
And when I find out which one of you did this to me, that’s it! Well, actually it’s not, but I sounded pretty badass there, didn’t I?