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Bloody Hell

I’m sick. For real. I guess this is retribution for the other day…when I called in sick but was only kinda sorta. Now I really am. And miserable. Can’t breathe through my nose. Can’t sleep. Can’t read. Can write, I guess, but only just barely (like that’s ever stopped me before). Bleah. I fear I’ll be useless come morning…when the little man will be chock full of energy and wanting to go galavanting off to the coffee shop and the playground.