I'm under the weather, sick as a dog.
Didn't have a readable fever last night, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Then I sweated as though I was trying to turn the furniture beneath me into a water bed. Slept till noon, figuring it might be too late to call off. Therefore, I will go in, present my sick self to them, and let them decide. That way it won't count as a call off if they send me home
Didn't have a readable fever last night, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Then I sweated as though I was trying to turn the furniture beneath me into a water bed. Slept till noon, figuring it might be too late to call off. Therefore, I will go in, present my sick self to them, and let them decide. That way it won't count as a call off if they send me home
"What a little moonlight can do." ~ Billie Holiday
