I am Sick. But Don't Pity Me.

My body is giving out on me. It's telling me that I should stay home and rest, even though I left work early, and slept all afternoon.

But my brain is telling me that there are out-of-towners at The Pub that came for a visit, and I should get out, if only for a couple hours. I really do want to see them.

But then, my body says that it is tired, and threatens to make me vomit in public.

And the immature side of me says, "Ah, fuck it, I can handle it."

So, I get dressed, eat a sandwich, and just pray that I don't crap myself while in public.

Watch out world, I'm bringing you germs!