Today I have done it. I have used an entire box of tissues.
Being sick is always lame. But it is never lamer (yeah, lamer is a word) than over your 3-day weekend. Yep, I was sick for my supposed-to-be-relaxing break. Hated it. I felt like crud, but honestly looked fine. Today I don't feel so sick, but I look and sound like I was hit by a train. Ironic. When you want sympathy no one gives it to you. And when you're fine, everyone feels sorry for you.
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