What's important...

is that I made the effort to go in to work despite the fact I still felt like hell and stuck it out for three hours before Dimitry *forced* me to go home (and Dimirty is totally my work!crush and I must obey what he says) because I looked like hell.

Also I felt like hell. And when I told him that yes, five hours of unpaid time would leave me in a box in Central Park he said he'd take up a collection to keep that from happening. *loves*

Also, I looked like hell when I got in because I got *those* kind of stomach cramps on the subway and was all pale and shakey and sweaty and shivery and felt like hell. My Team Leader, who actually believed I was sick yesterday when she saw how I looked, told me to just leave if she wasn't around and throw a note on her desk. I think I did that.

Now I have to sleep. More. Again. Blaaarrrrggggghhhhh.

(no subject)

Phone sex.