Today was my Friday. (I work 4 10s. I dig it.) I played hooky yesterday and even though I felt like a steaming pile of dog shit, I still felt guilty for calling off. »I don't know why, either.«
I woke up like I normally do, felt fine, got to moving around, and then my angina kicked in and said NOT TODAY MOTHERFUCKER!! So I called in and went back to bed. It was bad. All day. I feel a little better today, but not a whole lot. I could do without this damned zit on my lip though. That can leave anytime.
As far as tomorrow, I think a little me therapy is in order...get my nails filled, get some good foooooooddd... yessss...
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