After spending Friday and Saturday pretending I was terminally ill cancer patient, I finally started to feel a little better yesterday. So I did laundry. Of course, that made me feel worse. So I woke up today, on time, fully intending to go back to sleep. Then I realized everyone saw me going to work deathly ill and I figured, hey! Now's a good time to take my first real sick day!
So, while I was dialing work on my cell phone, I coughed once. I felt justified.
I went back to bed until 2:00 PM. My two big accomplishments of the day were taking out my trash and ordering pizza. The amount of money on my credit card is approaching dangerous! Well, not really. But try having a balance when you are as anal as I am about paying it off. Please, no anal jokes. Please. I asked you nice.
I don't have to work until noon tomorrow, so I stayed up watching some Bones on the wonderful website Hulu. Good show, that Bones. I contemplated New Year's plans, and I hope Joselyne will come with me to Scott's friend Sam's party. I should really ask if that's all kosher. Which I'm sure it will be, but you never know how gays will be with their parties. Of if Joselyne even wants to go. Anyways, I'll let you know how it all turns out. Have a wonderful evening.