I'm such a good little boy. I woke up today feeling slightly better, but not 140% like I usually do. But I still woke up early to return my video game rental and drop off my dry cleaning before heading down to work. Then as I was about to get into teh shower, my boss called me to tell me that he was just leaving St. Catherine's where he had a meeting with a client. He's crazy, becuase that means he must have woken up at 6 or something in the morning. Anyways, he said to come into work at 10:30. I did that, and met him at the elevators to go upstairs. He asked me how it was going, and I told him how I was sick over the weekend. He looked at me and said, "Do you want to take the day off? You'll take the day off." Just like that. He does that all the, where he starts sentences with "You'll....". He basically tells me what I'm going to do. So I met Ray for lunch at Marches and came home. Pretty good deal.

I've been a crazy phlegm machine. Seriously, if there was some scientific research facility that would pay me for my phlegm, they wouldn't need any other suppliers. Just about anything I've been eating has been turned into phlegm or mucus of some sort. But, at least I got some of my ability to taste back today.

Anyways, you just keep on keeping on. I'm gonna continue listening to "Let's Ride" by Q-tip and do work from home. Suckers.

~Gers-O