I’m ill. No, that makes it sound graver than it really is. I’m sick. Cough and cold. You know. The usu. If this were any other job, I would have gone to the doctor and asked for a day off the second my throat felt hurty. But this isn’t any other job. This one I love and actually can’t stand to be away from. So I’ve been self-medicating the cold and only went to the doctor tonight to ask for something for the cough. All’s good. No need for a day off. Work goes on with much happiness and laughter. As usual.
Case in point, while I was out of the office for a bit this morning, the boys messed with my computer and changed my wallpaper from a photo of Joy the Baker’s pink doughnuts to this.
They were being funny about the Brazilian guy, see. Hahaha. If only they knew how royally I bollixed that one up! (According to him though, I didn’t. SO I DON’T KNOW WHATEVER I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE.)
Speaking of which, behold the newest post on I Wrote This For You.
Honestly, my jaw just dropped when I read that. Seriously, sometimes I feel like he really wrote that for me. WHATEVER I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE.