almost out of here
Jan. 4th, 2001 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am not coming in to work tomorrow. They can just live without me and I'll miss a few hours of boredom. My fever makes me shiver, even under a shirt, a sweater, a jacket, a blanket and a fuzzy Russian hat.
Not that I should complain, I'm not seriously ill like Ashley. I can't even imagine going through that. You hang in there, okay?
Work has just been so long. I was laying on the floor by my desk for awhile when I realized I had fallen asleep. Sure enough, I managed to kick the desk and knock stuff over, and the remote team was messaging me incessantly.
Keep drinking juice, wishing I was home in a hot shower or stretched out on the couch. I want to go home and make some of my Irish tea. Being sick just makes me want to claw at myself, rip out whatever is inside me that is causing this feeling. Instead I just kick my feet at the desk and fret, writing boring journal entries over and over, erasing them, wondering what to say. The words are jumbled up in my aching ears.
Not that I should complain, I'm not seriously ill like Ashley. I can't even imagine going through that. You hang in there, okay?
Work has just been so long. I was laying on the floor by my desk for awhile when I realized I had fallen asleep. Sure enough, I managed to kick the desk and knock stuff over, and the remote team was messaging me incessantly.
Keep drinking juice, wishing I was home in a hot shower or stretched out on the couch. I want to go home and make some of my Irish tea. Being sick just makes me want to claw at myself, rip out whatever is inside me that is causing this feeling. Instead I just kick my feet at the desk and fret, writing boring journal entries over and over, erasing them, wondering what to say. The words are jumbled up in my aching ears.
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Date: 2001-01-04 09:29 pm (UTC)And thanks for your concern.^^ *hugs*