At this very moment, I am so abso-freaking-lutely sick, the mere act of blinking my eyes is a major triumph. The words, I feel like crap, is an understatement. Pain!— You hear me, throbbing, grinding, rotten pain! All over my body. Ug.
And now that I'm working part-time at the newspaper, I cannot call in sick. Doing so would drastically affect my bottom-line because tomorrow's a holiday. Martin Luther King Day. No disrespect intended, but...Double time! Lord knows I need it.
Somehow I have to make it through tomorrow and Tuesday. Then I'm off the remainder of the week.
Why couldn't I have gotten sick on Wednesday?