There's something wrong with me. Everything aches. I can't sit up straight. My nose and ears are running. Yes, my ears. I have bits of tissue stuffed in them at the moment. My head hurts and I'm fighting a losing battle with my eyes to keep them open.
I hate feeling like this. I hate being so weak and useless. So instead of curling up into a ball and sleeping it off I drag my sorry arse into work, trying to prove a point to illness or something. Martyr is me.
I think I might go and have a nap in the toilet now.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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