THURSDAY May 7, 2009

Contrary to my prediction, I didn't go to work looking like zombie. I didn't go to work at all. After Geena left at 7AM, I cleaned up and literally collapsed on my duvet cover. I woke up three hours later with a migraine, a backache and a clogged nose. There was no way I could see myself driving to the office and sitting through yet another Ariel overanalysis session with my brain feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls, my nose needing severe declogging, and my lower back feeling like a Sheraton bed after being trampled upon by the Sheraton elephant. I thus, decided to pop a pain killer and take the entire day off to rest.