So, I've been sick for the last two days… no, no, really I have.

And the thing with never being sick (please refer to Friday, April 8) is when I do actually get sick, I think I'm dying via sever-sucking-lesions of Melanoma munching at my skin, while I've three leaches that have crawled up my nose, and are now feeding on my brain, and I've just been leveled by electric shocks as to send my muscles into an early stage of atrophy.

And I let everyone know. Everyone.

Especially the people I work with when I come back.

Sniffing. Red-nose. Watery-eyes. Gravely-voice.

"Hard Weekend?" asks Person Who Knows Me Too Well.

"No!" (offense unwarranted and probably over exaggerated.)

"I'm sick." Pout.

(and just for good measure) *Sniff*