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Wednesday I was dragging my butt through the day, constantly saying "I can last a few more hours," and just before the end of the day the Coordinator (or whatever his title is now) came in and said, "You're going on a road trip, tomorrow!"
"Uh. I was thinking I was going to call in sick, tomorrow."
"But you're going to need to do same gender demonstrations."
"Oh, right. Okay, I'll try to make it."
Thursday, I staggered out to the kitchen, said good morning to Hawk, and he said, "Are you taking that voice to work?"
I went back to bed and slept another two hours. And basically sleep, read, and take a bath is all I've done for the past two days. I was going to go visit my Dad today, but he just started chemo, so it's probably not a good idea.
I would post links to what I've read in the past two days, but mostly they've been WIPs, and I enjoyed them, but it's always harsh hitting the last line on a WIP; seems a little cruel to pass that on.
"Uh. I was thinking I was going to call in sick, tomorrow."
"But you're going to need to do same gender demonstrations."
"Oh, right. Okay, I'll try to make it."
Thursday, I staggered out to the kitchen, said good morning to Hawk, and he said, "Are you taking that voice to work?"
I went back to bed and slept another two hours. And basically sleep, read, and take a bath is all I've done for the past two days. I was going to go visit my Dad today, but he just started chemo, so it's probably not a good idea.
I would post links to what I've read in the past two days, but mostly they've been WIPs, and I enjoyed them, but it's always harsh hitting the last line on a WIP; seems a little cruel to pass that on.