We are built like satellites, lost travellers spiralling in seemingly pristine pirouettes along predestined paths, governed by circumstance, by chance, by gravity, dancing around and in between someone else's spotlight. So come travel with me.
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Upon waking up, I wished I hadn't. Tossing up whether to work from home or whether to go into work, I decided upon the latter. I don't like not being at the office without having given prior warning. Okay, I was sick, but I was not that sick, was I? I dragged myself out of bed. By about 9:30, the nausea had gotten to a stage that felt like dull pain and my head was swimming a bit. So I came all the way home.
Had some lunch and crawled into bed. Out like a light for nearly three hours, missing the first half of the cricket.
I don't know what this is, but I'll wager that if I turn up to the doc's, they'll tell me it's a "viral illness" and to go home and get some rest.
Oh yeah, and we didn't lose the cricket test to New Zealand. Yay!
Posted by sniffles at December 04, 2001 10:47 PM