My life has gone to craps. I'm sick...in the most anoying ways possible and oh, I'm working on the only day i had off. My boss called and asked me if i could come in and me, not having a good enough excuse ready, told him I'd do it.
Working is really the last thing I should be doing (with how unhealthy I am) but it seems somehow...I'm working everyday untill Next Saterday...yay. God, I hate it. School starts the 22nd for me. I want to feel better and then I'd be ok with my hours at work. But since i feel like hell just ran over me, i want to shoot myself for telling Joy i could sub for her wile she was out of town for the week.
Antihistamen