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nonionayYesterday, mid-morning, my throat started to tickle. When I left to clean the day job, I started feeling weaker and weaker. By the time I got home, I felt like I'd been hit by a 2x4. Didn't sleep well, undoubtedly exacerbated by the fact that the only thing I had to suck on were the sugary sweets from Finland left by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
renatus last summer. No fever last night, but my throat was pretty miserable. This morning, for the first time in years, I had an honest-to-goodness fever of 100.9. So I'm calling in sick for only the second time in the 3 or 4 years I've been at Towner.
But hey, I get to finally dig in and really read. I finished Richard K. Morgan's The Steel Remains, about which I will squee later, and am flying through the Better off Undead anthology.
renatus last summer. No fever last night, but my throat was pretty miserable. This morning, for the first time in years, I had an honest-to-goodness fever of 100.9. So I'm calling in sick for only the second time in the 3 or 4 years I've been at Towner. But hey, I get to finally dig in and really read. I finished Richard K. Morgan's The Steel Remains, about which I will squee later, and am flying through the Better off Undead anthology.
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Date: 2009-02-17 04:28 pm (UTC)