Rats!

Fucken hell! Don't you just hate it when people come to work sick? I'm always the stupid sap who catches whatever they've got. Two days sick now. Rats! I don't mind taking the time off, although I rarely do, its that feeling of 60% that I hate. Nauseous, head ache, dealing with the shakes. Bugger it! I'd rather take a day off and run free. I've got so many things I should be doing, but I can't be bothered, can't muster the energy, all I want to do is rest.

I look over at the framed picture on my desk, of the fat, middle-aged chick in a bathing suit, in a garden chair and read the caption for the umpteenth time.

How beautiful it is to do nothing and then rest afterwards.

I wonder about taking a triple strength does of my vitamins.