Which was a mistake. I feel terrible. Not as bad as on Tuesday night, and yea, I can eat whole food, but damn, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Drinking lots of fluids. Should have brought some chicken soup.
Turns out yet another guy from the office was out with the same thing. Add me to the list, and that’s four people from my office, so I’m not sure what’s up. In any case, ready to go home. The commute was a bitch them morning. I was such a clueless, invalid-looking zombie that somebody actually stopped and tried to help me off the bus.
Oh dear. Do I look that weak? Well.. I guess I am, actually.
