Mmph

Lungs are two sizes too small and everything hurts, but other than that, I'm alright.

Hope to take the afternoon off for EMG, but it depends on getting these stupid airport drawings printed...

Just a little bit longer....

The only way I've gotten through my day thus far is to mutter: "A little bit longer, just a little bit longer and then I can go die in a corner somewhere..."

John and Bill said I could leave once I'd conquered airports. Several thousand mutters, a few curse words and three hours later, I'm at my parents' packing up Wish3 to mail out on my way home. And I have just a few very overdue orders I at *least* want to print up transfers for. Just a few more. Just a little bit longer.

Stomach feels decidedly uncomfortable, and I think I need to go force some food past the flaming tunnel masquerading as my throat.

Another hour. An hour of EMG work, and then I can go die at home. That'll get me very nicely caught up, and I can go die.

Just a little bit longer.

I think I'll call in sick tomorrow. They'll probably have anneurysms (however you spell that) at work because there are so many crucial projects going out, but I couldn't care less right now.

Just a little bit longer, and then I can go die.