Man, what a week. I began to feel ill last Friday so I thought about sleeping it off over the weekend. Monday I still did not feel right, so I decided to drink some airborne and fight it off and go to work. Come Tuesday night, I was out for the count. Nothing on this earth would have allowed me to stay awake. Even Lucas, my two year old son. You will hear more about him later in a post just about him.
I decided to take the day off of work. I hate missing work and since I took the Friday before off, I was really frustrated. Nevertheless, this is what I had to do so that I could get to where I am right now writing this for the rest of the world to see my plight. Well it couldn't have been worse timing. I had an assignment due in one of my classes, which will remain unnamed (its not 546) and I knew my absence would look suspect. There was just no way I was going to expose others to what virus was lurking around my body. However, I'm sure everything is going to be fine.
Today is Friday, I love Fridays, and there is much to rejoice. I am feeling better. I get to take the weekend easy and gain my composure. Spend quality time with my family and start off next week strong. Which reminds me of what I was thinking last week, which did not really go as planned. Better cross my fingers.
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