Chapter 65: In Which We Think We Are Ill.

[prosaically]

I feel horrible. Absolutely craptastic. I think I should go home. My boss told me to go home. :D "My God, you look horrible. You must've caught a summer flue or something. Go home and rest. If you don't feel better tomorrow, go to the doctor and get a few days off

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[prosaically]

It sure does. But you have a good point too. If I catch a REAL cold, I think I am off to my parents' place to rest. Because I cannot get any bloody rest in here. :D