Well here I am again.
Sick.
I don't want this to become a constant. I was more than happy not getting sick almost indefinitely. In fact, the only unpleasant thing about "not getting sick" is that sick days at work become little more than wasted days you can't actually use… because you're not sick.
Unfortunately, I am sick today.
The boss isn't going to like it… but then again, the boss doesn't have to worry about a random cough followed by an explosion backwards while in the middle of a crowded Sydney peak hour train.
My symptoms for the day include (just so you can follow at home, kids):
- Headache (this was bad last night too… pumping two types of pain relievers didn't help)
- Stomach ache (see aforementioned "explosion backwards" sentence)
- Constant need to feel cool air over me (I was actually walking up the street to catch the bus to work and I was only comfortable when it got really, really, really breezy… and then my stomach kicked in and ruined it for everyone)
As an interesting observation, even my watch is sick. The brown friend that sits atop my wrist thought it was 7.30 when it was in fact 7.50.
I have concluded that we are both suffering from the same flu I probably had last week and that the excess of work I had to do last week probably didn't help remove itself from my system.
I remember having something like this when I was working my ass off to get Two Bricks finished in time for Tropfest.
And you can't challenge me on any of this.
I'm a jazz singer. I know what I'm doing.