I am still sick, and totally not willing (or able) to hold my head up at this point; though I really don't want to sleep because that's so sweaty and unpleasant and I know, just know, that in 6 or 5 hours I will wake up and will have a headache of proportions that approach migraine--but aren't--or a hangover--never had a particularly bad one of those--and I will end up taking a shower in the middle of the night and then it'll come to me:
What the hell is with the Christmas stuff already up?
Then I'll head back to sleep and wake up at 6:30 thinking I should go to work, but I'll be out of breath heading back and forth to the bathroom, then I'll think about Chinese-made strollers amputating small fingers.
Will I go to work tomorrow? I don't know.
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