in which i call myself a liar

last night, i said to myself, 'i am sick. i am so sick, there's no WAY i am going to work tomorrow. i am actually going to call in sick, i'm that sick.'

when i woke up at four o'clock this morning, i reiterated to myself how sick i was, and how much i was NOT going to go to work.

when i woke up at six, however...'dammit! i feel A LITTLE BIT BETTER.'

so, not sick enough to stay home, but sure sick enough to wish i was dead, i am trying to appreciate life's little favors. like, when you wake up in the middle of the night and your southside nostril is completely stuffed, and then you roll over and it becomes your northside nostril, and you can feel the congestion shattering and for, like, twenty-six seconds, you can actually breathe like normal people.