Friday. I shouldnt have gone to work. I knew i wasnt feeling well. I hate other people when they go in sick, but im surrounded by masochists who also like their jobs. I did spend all day on the couch at work, basically what i would have done at home, only i was spreading my disease, i guess. Either way, i left early. i slept. i slept it off i thought on Saturday morning. but no. i was wrong. It's monday and I'm still retarded.
It doesnt really matter. I mean, my general feeling is that sometimes you get fucking sick. It's not a big deal, a microbial war that your body has to fight inside while the rest of you takes it easy on the outside. It's just uncomfortable. So, it's like, do I take medicine JUST SO THAT I'M COMFORTABLE? seems so dumb. I'll take vitamins. You know...I view them as weaponry. but, do my soldiers need blankets? What happens when I'm in REAL pain??
The bad thing is that i have three roommates. Which means that my germs are getting spread in four completely separate directions throughout the city. Spread and magnified. I better be better tomorrow.
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