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[austin_tycho]

Day Two. I really planned to go to work, really I did. I don't have much sick leave; after today, I think I'll be at zero or negative. But my throat feels like someone's been sticking a branding iron down it, especially when I cough. And it's not a useful, productive, Protestant-work-ethic cough, it just slacks around and does nothing but hurt like hell. So I didn't sleep much last night and called in again. Bleh. They did tell me on the phone that I can go on fax detail tomorrow- typing in reports that are faxed in (usually by the police) so I don't have to be on the phones. Hooray! :p I have no voice today except this one.

So I'm feeling bored and guilty and sleepy and hurty. Think I'll try for a nap. Maybe I can quit feeling sorry for myself and... um... I dunno, do fantastic art with construction paper like Matisse did when he was sick. Or something.