My life is run on irony.

My wide and I have a mutual agreement when one of us is sick: one sleeps on the club and the other gets the bed so each person can get a good night’s sleep. Last night I got the bed, so tonight I have the couch. I finally get to sleep only to be woken up about 20 minutes later by my stomach. It was an intense pain. Sitting up, I realized it wasn’t nausea. It was actually hunger. Not having much to lose, I ate a muffin and a handful of tortilla chips. Much to my surprise, they tasted great. It would appear that I finally got my appetite back. However, now that I have eaten, I’m wide awake. So now I’m sitting here, catching up on the past 2 months of ‘Sanctuary’ on the DVR, waiting for the first shift to get to work so I can call in sick. I’d actually consider going in if it wasn’t for the fact that A) my shift start in less than 4 hours and I haven’t slept yet and B) even though I feel fine now that may change once my body Tatars to digest the food I just ate. So, I’m going to call in and take an extra day off.

For me, I’m going to watch another episode and then call into work.

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