Against my better judgement, I have ventured into work today. The turning point for me was when I went downstairs at 8am, only to be greeted by my Sister.
"Are you not going into work today?" she asks.
"Nope, I still feel like crap" I reply.
"Well that didn't stop you playing your guitar really loud last night".
"What?".
"You shouldn't be listening to loud music when you're ill".
"It's too early for this...".
So I marched upstairs, jumped in the shower, got dressed, and walked out the door. It was the latest that I have left the house in a long time, but I managed to get into work at 8:30am sharp. Not bad going.
I had convinced myself that I would be able to handle a full day at work, but now I'm not so sure. I perked up a little before lunch, but now I'm struggling to concentrate. Those 3 hours of sleep have not prepared me for this.

10/04/08 @ 14:33