I have to take three different cold medicines just to sit upright in my chair. I think that's nature's way of telling me I should be home in bed.
On the other hand, I only have about five hours of sick time left on the books. That's my agency's way of telling me to stay right where I am.
Drat.
Hey, as the song goes: "everybody's workin' for the weekend.."
Is there a Loverboy/Quarterflash/Mr. Mr. revival coming down the turnpike? Let's all pray to St. Chick, patron saint of utter irrationality, that no such thing occurrs!
On the other hand--a Naked Eyes reunion tour (w/Howard Jones as opening act!) would be ever-so-appreciated!!
Posted by: Anthony | December 09, 2004 at 11:09 AM
Howie! SQUEAAAALLL! I always loved his hair.
Perhaps you could curl up under your desk, in a nice dark corner. Mmm. Warm and soft carpet.
Posted by: Jo | December 09, 2004 at 01:27 PM
Guess what - my boss kicked me out at 2:00. Literally stood over me at my desk while I logged out. I [heart] my boss.
Posted by: pam | December 09, 2004 at 05:25 PM