So, yesterday I felt like shit, which caused me to be a shit.

Having a headache initially, picking a greasy fast food joint for lunch, the flickering flourescent lights that are slowly dying above me, and irritable customers (plus maybe the fatal flu strain, *chuckle*) combined to make me sick as a dog yesterday.

I was supposed to go and pick Zach up from Flint to hang out with me for a couple of days. Reason number 1. called me yesterday for boxes, and I was too sick to take them to him, though I told him he was welcome to them if he wanted to pick them up. Reason number 2.

So, shit happens. Heh. :) I feel better now, though my stomach still feels pretty touch and go. At least the headache’s gone.

Scott and came by out of the blue while I was sick, tried to cheer me up, and drank my Guinness. :) Visits with Scott are always surreal, whether they’re expected or not.

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Update:
One of my new pod-mates is sick with the same thing, but she’s further on. Sounds like she got the worse end of the stick, as well. I’m currently counting my blessings, and they’ve reached triple-digits.