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janegodzillaI think I'm getting sick again. :P There's some weird death plague going around the office, and my co-workers are dropping like flies. Then they come back for a day or so, either relapse or catch something new, end up at home again for a while, and it's lather, rinse, repeat.
Death plague, people! Death plague!
But I've decided that I don't much feel like getting sick, mostly because there are some depositions going on next week that I kind of need to be on-call for in case the attorneys need, I don't know, a more aesthetically pleasing binder*, so I'm drinking ungodly amounts of water and herbal tea and pretending like everything is A-OK.
Which, oddly enough, it is, aside from the vague "wait, am I getting sick again?!" ickiness. I've been in a ridiculously good mood since Monday, which is insane considering that nothing whatsoever has happened to cause that sort of unholy cheerfulness. If anything, I should be more grouchy than usual -- I haven't been getting nearly as much sleep as I should, work is alternately boring as fuck or horrifyingly busy, I've been plagued all week by the persistent feeling that every day was a Thursday (except for today, ironically, which felt more like a Tuesday), and we've been sorely lacking in sun breaks. And yet? Good mood! I'm at a loss to explain it.
* I wish I could say I'm not speaking from experience here, but...trufax are more horrifying than fiction.
Death plague, people! Death plague!
But I've decided that I don't much feel like getting sick, mostly because there are some depositions going on next week that I kind of need to be on-call for in case the attorneys need, I don't know, a more aesthetically pleasing binder*, so I'm drinking ungodly amounts of water and herbal tea and pretending like everything is A-OK.
Which, oddly enough, it is, aside from the vague "wait, am I getting sick again?!" ickiness. I've been in a ridiculously good mood since Monday, which is insane considering that nothing whatsoever has happened to cause that sort of unholy cheerfulness. If anything, I should be more grouchy than usual -- I haven't been getting nearly as much sleep as I should, work is alternately boring as fuck or horrifyingly busy, I've been plagued all week by the persistent feeling that every day was a Thursday (except for today, ironically, which felt more like a Tuesday), and we've been sorely lacking in sun breaks. And yet? Good mood! I'm at a loss to explain it.
* I wish I could say I'm not speaking from experience here, but...trufax are more horrifying than fiction.