sick day
Or I guess i should say, half of a sick day. WTF!?! I woke up at 6.25a, much like any other day, but to my surprise, I’m wasn’t my happy semi-groggy day-hating self. Instead I felt as though a sickness in the form of a washed-up, but still ready to fight anyone, heavyweight took six rounds to my insides.
For an hour I was in varying levels of sick. I emailed work to inform them of my day off. I put in the rest of Perfect Stranger more on that soon, elsewhere. And then i proceeded to catch two hours of winks. A strange dream about a bar with a club at the front and dive at the back kept me entertained. And then I woke about one.
Feeling perfectly fine. In fact, I’m sort of in the mood to do something outside, or entertaining, or active. I don’t even feel this way on my best weekend days. I don’t get it. Is my body toying with my emotions like a high-school hottie? Did I have some sort of six-hour bug and slept four hours of it? Am I being punished for chilling at the 2-men, say g’bye to danny barbecue too long? Or was i just beaten slightly with an inaccurate swing of a Karma stick?
Now that my asshole insides have decided that they’ll leave me to my own devices, I really don’t know what to do with the day. So I guess we’ll see how this all pans out.