Transplanted Life
Monday, September 22, 2003
Under the weather
No matter what body you're in, feeling sick just sucks. I think it was just a 24-hour thing, but I felt lousy all day. I actually called in sick to work and spent most of the day in bed.

It's a good thing this didn't happen to me a couple of months ago, of course. I'd have just written it off as some menstrual-cycle related thing, gone about my business, and then puked in the middle of work or made everyone else sick. I just wouldn't have been familiar enough with all the internal organs and stuff.

Kurt called at about two, evidently having tried to get me at work, and asked if I needed anything. I told him I could be sick without help just fine, and didn't want to get him sick, too.

I did indulge myself a little, though - at around three I called my mom's number in Florida. I sort of wanted to reassure myself that I still remembered the number, and just to hear her voice. I made up a name and asked if she was there when Mom answered, of course getting a no. Whole call lasted maybe thirty seconds, but it made me feel a little better. Then I took a little nap. As in, I slept until 10:30.

Now I'm up and not tired at all. Guess it's time to start researching witchcraft again.

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