Nyeh...

I feel like crap.

My stomach was all screwed up earlier... still is, but isn't as bad. I couldn't choke down two Pepto Bismol pills (Duane Reade's knock-off, anyway). You have to let them dissolve in your mouth or chew them, and I could barely get one down. Hate those things. HATE. My head's also been feeling funny since I woke up this morning. If Kwesi was actually in his office, I'd fill out a leave slip and tell him I was going home. Still have to go to the post office, but I'd do that on the way.

There's something going around this office, that's why I'm a little worried. Luis is on the other side hacking up a lung, and everyone in the next set of cubicles has had the stomach virus and whatever the accompanying cold is.

Whatever. If I take off tomorrow, at least people will know why.

I need sleep, too. ._.