Four days spent in denial, mostly in bed, popping Advil and swigging NyQuil, I give up. I have swine flu. On one hand, no one wants me to come to work. On the other, there's no "grass is greener" situation more obvious than when a kid hopes he has a fever to get out of school. Fevers are fucking miserable.
See you next Tuesday.
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