I hate being sick. Worse, I hate being sick when you really aren’t sick. What do I mean? Well, I got a stomach bug. It’s not that bad that I have to stay home and mope around Grand Central. But I feel like crap-o-la. So what it does is make the day go longer, work go slower and tonight when I head home, dealing with the kiddies is going to be oodles of fun. Of course, I probably got this from the kids. Day care virus. Screw H1N1. I say that dare cares are toxic breeding grounds of the next pandemic. I figure I got it from the boy ™ who had been having accidents all week. Then the girl ™ kept sneezing in my face. Combine that with lack of sleep from a teething baby and well, you got the picture.
Ugh. I am headed home. I haven’t eaten much in three days. But on the bright side, I am going to hit that weight loss goal I had for myself. 
