A Dramatization

Groggily, he staggered out of bed, nearly falling into the phone. Blindly, he dialed the number, and waited for an answer.
"Yes, is Karen there? ... OK, thanks. ... Karen? ... Yeah, I'm not comming into work today, I've got a bad fever. ... Yeah, I hope to be in tomarrow. .. OK, I'll see ya."

He hung up the phone and crawled back into bed, mumbling to himself about the $56 dollars he wouldn't be making today. he was alseep before his room-mate got back from the shower.

( The day continued. )

For One Who Dreads The Weekends

Today was entertaining.

I got up at 10:30 (after a bed time of roughly - ah, who am I kidding, I don't remember) and proved once more that one can do anything one sets their mind to. I had mass at 11, so I was out of bed by 10:40.

I think I took medicine this morning. I think. I do know I felt fine, save for the horrible taste in my mouth which adimantly reminded me thast I should NOT have taken that cough syrup last night.
I went to mass and, on the way over, was suddenly made aware that, though yesterday we nearly hit 80, today was a far cry from that weather. It was cold. And, of course, I didn't have a jacket. Ah well, I'm tough, I can take it. Or I'm a stupid male, take your pick.
( Read On )