Jason Lefkowitz's forlorn hope
… 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?
Jason A. Lefkowitz is a programmer and writer. For his sins, he lives in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. This is his "blog." (Kids, ask your parents.)
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Comments
Sandy
January 16, 2007
1:53 pm
Well, if you’d stayed at F1 you could have had a day off from work of sick leave.
Ginger
January 17, 2007
12:00 pm
I had bad timing getting sick this winter, too. I woke up feeling atrocious one day over Christmas break and wasted an entire day and a half with the stomach flu (or slight food poisoning) and a temperature of 102.6. I think it fried my brain. Poor me.