|I feel like this building looks. Another sad demolition in Bucktown.|
I definitely should have called into work today.
But I couldn’t.
There’s too much going on. I’ve never understood people that call in sick when there’s a deadline (or in this case, deadlines). I don’t judge them negatively. In fact I think I actually envy them a little since the rational response to being sick is staying home and 90% or the time I don’t respond rationally. Actually, those people are clearly smarter than I am.
I guess if I don’t think I’m contagious then I reckon I’m no threat to others’ health, so why should I take the day off?
Whatever, I’m just griping because I feel so cruddy. Maybe tonight I’ll get a good night’s sleep, finally burn through this things and wake up feeling 100 times better.