This morning, I woke up to find that my stomach was practicing some sort of a slam dance that would most often be performed in a mosh pit at a Slayer concert.
After informing my employer that I would not be making it in to work, I went back to feeling miserable for the next several hours.
However, after slinging myself over the toilet for a while, I began to feel a great deal better. Hooray for me.
Now what?
See, at about 11AM, I could get cleaned up, go up to the office, and put in about a half a day of work. But, is that the right thing to do?
The fact is that you still might be sick, and you could get others ill by going in. Also, you could very well go back to bed, and man does that ever look fantastic seeing as you're probably not sleeping enough as it is (yes, I am talking to myself in this sentence).
Anyway, today, I chose to stay in bed because I had to watch Wall-E again, since I was feeling too manly for my own good and had to cry once more so as not to forget how to do so. Or, perhaps, I've just become cold and unfeeling ever since Reddit shunned my blog and left no one to read this article.
Of course, sometimes this decision isn't so easy, and then you need to ask yourself the deciding question in this matter: If I lay here and gather filth any longer will I begin to look like this guy?
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