Sick Day:

Well, it would seem that I have picked up a new friend from KC. A bug of some sort. It starts with this wicked sore throat, mixed with coughing, and then some fatigue. Grr. So feeling under the weather as I do I took the day off. Which would be great, but . . .

I'm reminded of high school. I'm reminded of the countless days I didn't want to go to 8th hour gym. The days where I would wake up and feign sickness. Mom knows about it all now, she knew about it then surely. She was none to happy to learn that I lied to her and was never really sick . . . though there were occaisions where I was. Rare ones . . .

So now when I actually am sick and feel it would be best to call into work and take the day off in an effort to better myself; I hear the voices of condemnation. "Oh you aren't really sick." "You can push through it." "It really isn't that bad." "You just want to sit around and draw." (which this one is somewhat true) All of it is rather annoying because I don't feel like I can enjoy my sick day or even get better because I HAVE to be sick. Bah.

Owell. The voices can shove off. I'm going to kick back with my lemon ginsing green tea, eat some tomato, some zuchini bread, and scrounge for soup. That is after I walk back from the HPL.

I'm too active.

Luv,
Clay