Plauge

death is upon me, or at least it certainly feels that way. I'm going to have to take my temperature tonight to see if the fever which I'm sure I have is really bad or just not so good.

I'm also going to likely call out sick tomorrow. I'm not going to stand under the cold air blowers all night again. I came in feeling rough today and now find myself barely functional.

What is worse is that it's already messed up my digestion, so I'm not feeling all that great there either.

I can't bloody take anything for it though unless I want to set myself back with my digestive ailment and make myself feel worse for a bit in hope it shortens the length of the sickness.

I've got some things to do and I just dozed off at the keyboard, so I gotta go.

Take care of yourselves
Roving Jack