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Ill.
So, yeah: I'm off sick today. I had a rough night. My stomach feels like someone's shoved a bunch of those plastic sticks for playing straws in it and I'm not entirely sure the chicken stirfry I ate last night agreed with me.
On the other hand, I was feeling ill during the day yesterday, before I'd been anywhere near a stirfy.
I emailed my boss and told him and he said I should lay off the Whiskas (I explained my chicken theory: the cat wouldn't eat it, but by that point I already had).
So, I went back to sleep. That is until some cuntbag decided today would be a good day to pull up the road outside my house. THANK YOU, HARIN-GAY! COUNCIL.
Have to go to work tomorrow. We have a photoshoot for the Meet The Team section for our website.
I kid you not.
On the other hand, I was feeling ill during the day yesterday, before I'd been anywhere near a stirfy.
I emailed my boss and told him and he said I should lay off the Whiskas (I explained my chicken theory: the cat wouldn't eat it, but by that point I already had).
So, I went back to sleep. That is until some cuntbag decided today would be a good day to pull up the road outside my house. THANK YOU, HARIN-GAY! COUNCIL.
Have to go to work tomorrow. We have a photoshoot for the Meet The Team section for our website.
I kid you not.