Calling in dead

That's what I'm sitting here debating.

I'm not the walking dead, because that requires movement, I'm more like a lump o' dead. Not quite undead, beacuse the undead are much too hyperactive. Shut up, Spike!

I have actual, real sick days. Pardon me while I marvel a moment. I could call in sick without a single dent in my paycheck. I could go back to sleep, I could wake up late and make myself tea and read on the couch, I could go back to sleep...

Wait, what were the drawbacks to this plan? Oh yeah. I'm not sick, really. I don't get sick that often. A cold or two here and there that passes quickly, and that fluke whatever that left me hoarse for three weeks a couple of years ago, but really sick? Not this little blonde duck.

I think what annoys me most is that I started my period yesterday, and it bugs the hell out of me whenever that inconveniences me. I refuse to be a slave to my body, so it better sit up and...

Well, ok, I'm mostly vertical, but it's a chore. I could be just plain tired from the stress of the house situation (to be detailed later when I'm marginally coherent). Or maybe a life-sucking gaki hovered over my bed last night. Guh.

Debate over. More sleep. I'll crawl out from under my rock later.