Posted on Monday, January 15, 2007
… is waking up on the Saturday morning of a three-day weekend with a raging head cold that leaves you with no energy to do anything but roll over in bed and drink orange juice, and not feeling it start to lift until just before you go to bed on Monday.
Ugh.
P.S. Boy, 24 sure ended with a bang tonight, huh?
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Well, if you’d stayed at F1 you could have had a day off from work of sick leave.