So, on Friday, I called in sick because I was in extreme pain. Monday, I called in sick because my head was quite literally overflowing with bloody mucus and that isn’t a great thing to fight through while being in the phone and working cases. So last night, I took a bunch of meds to try to clear all of that up. And I slept until noon today. So… three days of missing work :(
I… don’t feel great about that. But to be honest… I don’t feel great about myself lately. I actually really don’t feel great about myself lately. I feel like a man that moves the heavens only to discover after the fact that the Heavens never existed. I’d say that I need to get my life together but what is my life at this point? Go to work, earn money, come home, eat food, play with the dog, play video games, read a book, go to sleep. Repeat.
Around here there isn’t much for a single, child-less guy to do. Best bet is to go to the bar and try not to seem too weird as The Guy Drinking Alone.
I’m just… a little I’ll and a little tired, I guess. And a little… displeased as to where my life has ended up.