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Christ. I think I caught pierceheart's head cold, on top of everything else. I'm sniffling and sneezing over here, now. And still coughing a bit. I feel exhausted. I have been encouraged to go home. I might, soon. Meh.

Ook

So. I've been home from work for a little over four hours now. I have spent the majority of that time in bed, either reading or trying to sleep. I think I dozed off a couple times, for a total of maybe half an hour. The second time I woke feeling worse than before, but I think that may have been due to the drugs starting to wear off. After only three hours. Meh. I only got out of bed to make and eat lunch, and to take a hot bath after that second waking-up. Apparently, at least one of the friends I'm visiting tonight is sick as well, so our evening will be much more low-key than previously planned. FINE BY ME. Yep.

Before I left work today, I finished the research brief I was working on (due Friday) and handed it in for review. I didn't hand it in to my boss: she's sick too, and now her heat has stopped working. WTF? I think we need a do-over on February here, folks. But the not-mine boss who is reviewing it knows that if I can't make it in tomorrow, he's to give the comments to my co-worker, who volunteered to make any necessary changes for me. It's weird, when you're used to writing for a specific editor, to hand your stuff in to someone different. You never know what they're going to want.

Considering the fab plans I have for Friday and Saturday nights, part of me DOES want to stay out tomorrow. Meh. It's a slow time at work. We'll see...