grumbly in my tumbly
Mar. 14th, 2008 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyWell. I feel slightly better. Of course, that could be the calm before the storm. The storm in this case would be me getting violently ill. It could very well happen.
Or, I could have just been painfully hungry. That might not explain the fever though. A wonky thermometer would, so... we'll see. If Dad hadn't been incapable of driving me to work last week, thus prompting me to call out, I'd just call out, pass out, and pray tomorrow was a better day. As it is, I hope that I either continue to feel okay, or that I keel over and it's obvious work isn't a possibility. I loathe limbo.
If you need me, I'm going to go finish Glass Houses and then sleep.
Or, I could have just been painfully hungry. That might not explain the fever though. A wonky thermometer would, so... we'll see. If Dad hadn't been incapable of driving me to work last week, thus prompting me to call out, I'd just call out, pass out, and pray tomorrow was a better day. As it is, I hope that I either continue to feel okay, or that I keel over and it's obvious work isn't a possibility. I loathe limbo.
If you need me, I'm going to go finish Glass Houses and then sleep.
