Oh. My. Dog.

Yes, I am aware that it is twenty past one on a Wednesday afternoon. And yes, I am not at work (again).

I was at work, but had to go home....Actually to a doctor. I have a virus, you know. It's gross. I'm lucky that way. Anyway, there are a whole lot of really awful symptoms that I'm totally not going to go into right now because...Well...Ew, really. But I have some Imodium, which will help with the gross-nastiness and will get be back to work tomorrow.

But I've been sick since Sunday. At first I took it to be a hangover, but then it wasn't. Started with stomach gurgling and cramps, headache, fever (both sweats and chills, aren't I lucky?), nausea and then a migraine. Which I'd never had before, so that was fun. Lying in bed, drenched in sweat hiding under my blankets because I was sure I was dying, lol. Actually, there was a moment of feverless clarity where the only thing I picked up in Biology kicked in, "holy crap, my temperature's going to go too high. My enzymes are going to denature. I will be a vegetable. Or dead. Preferably dead".

But yeah. That aside, Jimbo's party was alright. It was awesome to see her again. Hung out with her friends. Some of whom are interesting, and some of whom are...Most decidedly not. I kissed three people - because I'm a whore - and I was going to say that they were all bad, but Andy was alright, lol. We had a laugh about it. Had another laugh when he asked me to burn him with my lighter. I did.

This week is drinks with Era and Rach, not that I've heard back from either of them. Perhaps neither one will turn up and I can have a quiet coffee and then go back home for an early night. But you know. Probably not going to drink too much....I'm not fully convinced that this whole "virus" thing isn't alcohol related...It could be something. But then again, I'm a hypochondriac.

So yeah. Der, have to talk to Dr. K. I forgot to do that. Dammit.

Anywho.