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I think it was Sunday. That had to be it. Everyone and their brother showed up at my work. Old co-workers, people I never call friends, old classmates, old bosses ... ya know, people you hope to not run across at work. Of course, not a one of them are there to buy a damn thing, I'm sick as hell and lacking any patience at all and wish for nothing more than a hot shower.

I've been given today off and I finally have a doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning. My greatest wish is that there will be a miracle drug that will make this all better in less than ten hours. And hopefully it comes in free sample packs.

Randy's birthday was yesterday and I celebrated by sleeping right through it. The house is a complete wreck and I thinking about staying at my grandmother's house until I feel better. I miss everyone tons, but I'm probably still contagious.

Oh yeah, my simple joy. People who piss me off get breathed on.