After a really good week, a new job started, with all the new job feelings. Friday happens.
Wait? What do I mean Friday happened? Well I’ll tell you.

The day started much like any other, the alarm went off. I got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, got dressed. But then an evil change took place, my energy dropped, a fever sprang up, and I got extremely tired. In short I was sick, since I usually get up in plenty of time to leave for work; I took some medicine and laid down for a few minutes. The next thing I knew it was almost time to leave, so I got back up only to lay back down, even with as stubborn as I can be, the evil cold got the better of me.

Mind you I just started the new job on the 13th that was just the beginning of the week. Already I had to call out sick, that so sucked, I really wanted to go to work. I spent the rest of the day in bed sleeping. Matter of fact I spent the rest of the weekend sleeping, but here it is Monday, and I am back at work and feeling so much better. I suppose that I needed the extra sleep, but damn I really hate being sick.