I'm so sick of feeling... sick. My boss called yesterday to find out if I was going to be there to finish the big report. Not once did she even ask how I felt. You gotta love the empathy. Actually she did ask if I was getting better. But it was more a demand than anything. "Are you getting better? Or do I need to make other arrangements to get this report done?"

If only life were like video games. In games you just run around and pick up health points to get better. On the verge of death? Here, take this box with the red cross on it. ZING! Much better... Oh? Still not ready for battle? Here's another health pack for good measure. That big bad guy got you in that 'not so fresh' mood? Kill him and take his life points. ZING! Now don't you feel much better? I am sooo not going to be safe to drive near on the freeway this morning...

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