This morning, in that fight, it has gained the upper hand. My throat feels like it's been reamed out by a steel wire scrubber, and my head is stuffed. This is Not Fun.
I've already called in sick twice in the last week. Should I do it again? Do I have any choice?
What's worse is that I woke up from a Nice Dream. Well, not that nice, it was reaching the point where the people around me were just starting to have a Nice Time, but none for me. Prophetic, or just observational?