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Gah, work today=not good. It was probably not improved by me staying up until 6am, when I had to be at work at 10:45. It was definitely not improved by the fact that I spent the last 45 minutes of it trying to to be violently sick all over the floor of the store.
So... now I am ill. There is no way I am making it to my 8am class tomorrow. So, I suppose it's a good thing I am dropping it.
The thing I hate about being ill and being here now... is that when I'm ill I inevitably want someone to pet me. More than I usually want to be pet. Because it's a soothing sort of thing. But not. There is no petting for the Sky. And there was much grieving and sorrowing.
So... now I am ill. There is no way I am making it to my 8am class tomorrow. So, I suppose it's a good thing I am dropping it.
The thing I hate about being ill and being here now... is that when I'm ill I inevitably want someone to pet me. More than I usually want to be pet. Because it's a soothing sort of thing. But not. There is no petting for the Sky. And there was much grieving and sorrowing.