sicky sicky sick sick

starting two nights ago, i fell ill. wednesday night i felt extremely vomititious, yesterday at work i felt feverish and nauseas, and last night i was in my own personal hell. i was hot, i was cold, i was sane, i was not. do not watch The Truman Show if you are running a fever... or think you may be running a fever... OR are just generally disgruntled with the state of your homeostasis.

sO anyways, i called out of work sick this morning, and i think its one of the better decisions i have made with my existence. my initial concern with calling out was that Chef Kenny would think i was simply calling out because i am leaving to go home tomorrow and i want to get my stuff together; however, after last night's dream that Freddy Kreuger died and i was being held accountable for his murderous rampage, i texted my boss and informed him that i was running a fever and would not be able to make it into work. i have had ample time to do nothing. all day. it is 2:40 and i am still in pajamas. HECK YES! and in less than 24 hours i will be home. i think a sick day was the perfect segway to "Thanksgiving break '08".

anyways, i'm feelin a lil sleepy. it may be time for a nap. my eyes feel a lil blurry.