The sick day.

I took my very first sick day at my job today. I've been there for a year and a half. I went to work with bronchitis a few times because I am stupid. But not this time. This time, I stayed in bed. I'll be damned if if I let myself get the Black Lung again.

It was a weird day. Kind of like a snow day, except in no way was it fun or awesome. I stayed in bed until about noon or something. Then I got up and spent a very long time curled up in a little ball in the corner of the sofa. I watched Oprah, 90210, and Full House. Oprah taught me that I don't need to be fat, 90210 taught me that drinking and driving is a bad scene (SHAME ON YOU, BRANDON WALSH!), and Full House taught me that when puppies are born it is a gosh darn miracle! You could say that today has been quite educational.

I am finally starting to feel better. I think that once I hit the Nyquil again tonight, I will sleep awesomely and tomorrow I will be a stronger, better Sarah. YES!

I'm off to take a bath and eat something before I Nyquil it up. So in honour of my very first sick day, I leave you with this:



What? Kris Kross? Why?

Because my first attempt at putting on my pj pants this morning went horribly awry, and they were totally backwards. It reminded me of the good ol' days, when I did that shit on purpose.