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apocalypsosSeriously, this is like torture. I ate crackers and OJ for dinner and that was just enough for my poor stomach to handle, but I'm sitting here watching features on authentic British fish and chips and gravy fries and the restaurant that invented the hamburger. UGH. Stupid stomach.
In semi-related accents, I am currently sitting in my room at the Days Inn across the street from where I work, because my job springs for hotel rooms when there's going to be a storm to ensure there will be people at work the next day. Hey, if they're paying, I'm staying.
That said, I still feel like crap and if I thought I could have gotten away with it, I would have skipped work tomorrow. Unfortunately, tomorrow's a peak business day and I don't have any sick days left anyway.
In semi-related accents, I am currently sitting in my room at the Days Inn across the street from where I work, because my job springs for hotel rooms when there's going to be a storm to ensure there will be people at work the next day. Hey, if they're paying, I'm staying.
That said, I still feel like crap and if I thought I could have gotten away with it, I would have skipped work tomorrow. Unfortunately, tomorrow's a peak business day and I don't have any sick days left anyway.
