Wednesday. I'm now sick with a chest/throat thing that I caught from another blog. And getting a swine flu jab on top has only added to the malaise. The thing I really dislike is the sleep deprivation self-torture. Every time you drop off, you cough yourself awake again.
I've promised myself that because I soldiered on at work Monday and Tuesday, I'm taking today, my longest day, off sick. Ah sickies - one of the benefits of being a wage-slave.
Mind you then I spoilt the sickie by spending several hours emailing every client, outlining a work plan for them to follow on their own.
I've just realised, the clients think of me as someone who's wise, or at least sane. I'm not sure which is the greater achievement of my life. Appearing sane, or getting inside certain pants. I must remember and tag this post for future eulogists.