Stupid Sick Workaholic Co-Workers Suck

Not really because, on some levels, I can admire his desire to work through feeling like shit and horking up lung love.

But then there's the other side of the coin in which he came in just long enough to pass along the flu or whatever it was to everyone in the office. So it comes to pass that I woke up feeling like some hot asphalt has been poured down my throat and someone took my muscles out of my legs and back and replaced them with strips of crampy white fury.

So its a day of bad tv and drifting states of consciousness for me, oh boy! At least I get to spend the day with Nande and that's almost never a bad thing (except when she's on superchew mode).

By the way, yesterday was random encounter day. From my stand-in physical therapist having also gotten one of the dogs from the same litter that Nande came from, to randomly running into an old friend down in Rio del Mar and there was one more but its escaping my brain (lucky for it because my head's throbbing pretty good right now, I think I'll go lay down some more).