Like my friend Dean, I seem to be suffering from an intestinal incursion. The bug hit me early this morning, and I've been feeling queasy and sick ever since. Normally I'd stay home and ride this out in the safety of the Sanctum, but damn... there's tons of stuff to be finished and done by tomorrow and I can't NOT come in. It's not freakin' fair... having to do tons of work AND be saddled with a blasted stomach anomaly. It's just not frickin' fair.
BAH. Who says life is fair? Crossing fingers. Focusing energies. Gotta finish, gotta get through, gotta do the job.
And when it's all done and through, I can merrily go home and puke my guts out in peace.