(miss murchison made me do this). I'm sick. I'm not ignoring you. : comments.
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(no subject)
(no subject)
Uh . . . well . . . you see, it's like this . . . . Um . . .
Oh, well: what can I say? I kept thinking I'd feel better tomorrow, so why wait until then, especially when I don't yet have enough sick hours accrued to make sure I get paid if I stay home?
I've been a ba-a-a-ad patient! And I'm paying for it now with a cough and a congested chest that just won't go away.
(no subject)
I wish you a splendid healthy set of lungs just as soon as possible.