Nomy Goes Down

No, you perv! Not like that.

It came on me in the night, see. What yesterday was a mild, if hacking, cough, turned into something much more... uhm... productive. (Eww.)

The thing is trying to crawl into my chest, but off I went to work anyway. It's in my blood. You don't call off unless, well, you don't call off. You call in dead, maybe. But not "sick."

So in I went. Oooo, they were all "you're gonna get us sick!" And, "Consider our health why don'cha!"

I got sick of it so I left. Phtt. See there? No energy for my classic "phtt."

So. Someone bring me soup and bread. From Panera.

Post haste!