Me sick

It's Sunday, and I'm at the coffeehouse, like usual. I'm really exhausted. I was totally sick on Saturday. Of course, I take a day off on Friday. I decided to just stay home. Actually, I went to the bookstore Friday night. But Saturday, I couldn't really do anything. I just stayed home.

So now I'm at the coffeehouse, but I'm thinking I'm not going to last long. I still feel crappy, though much better. I hate it when stupid people come to work sick. One of the kids at work was sick. I tried to get him to go home, and finally he did, after hanging around for half the day. But I'm pretty much convinced he got me sick.

Maybe I'll go home and come back here later in the day. I wanted to go get cupcakes, but that is sort of looking like something that won't happen.