Now I'm sick.
Went home sick on Friday, felt not too bad over the weekend and tried to go to work this morning. Got naseous, was so tired I could hardly see the screen, and was hacking out my lungs. Went home after an hour. Crashed for 5 hours, went to the doctor and found out I have bronchitis.
Suck.
I'm not going to work tomorrow either. I hate being sick. Especially when I have to miss work. My job's not one where my work waits for me. Someone else has to cover my shift. I feel bad for making someone do my show.
I had the weirdest dream during my nap. I was like the only girl living in a frat house based on Revenge of the Nerds. I was an angry little cuss, leading my house in pranks against the jocks to keep their egos in check. Then all my little nerds left the house, and I was only an undergrad. So I decided to get my masters in music. Out came the bassoon, and I was trying to play in an orchestra that had a lot of interruptions. One of the interruptions was me, storming across the room to get a music stand because someone in front of me had stolen mine. It was weird. But I was pretty and weighed like 115 pounds and was charming to everyone, even when on the war path. That part was fun.
I'm struggling to stay awake right now, but I have to go pick up my meds. Maybe I can convince Luke to do it...
