I could have gone into work today.  But I just didn't feel like it, and I had the perfect excuse.  I was sick yesterday and the bug hasn't yet relinquished its hold on my system.  (And I really was sick... you can ask my roommate, who heard me puking my guts up most of Tuesday night.)  This morning my only symptoms were a bit of residual headache and some motion sickness.  A few ibuprofin later and I'm feeling fine.

I'll go into the office tomorrow, but probably for only half a day.  The baby brother and his girlfriend are staying here tomorrow night and Saturday night in-between trips to the shore, and I have to clean this place up before they get here.

I've been feeling like too much of a grown-up lately.  Gotta play hooky every now and then to take care of that, right?

P.S.  Watching Brangelina kick the shit out of each other in Mr. & Mrs. Smith is totally hot.


I feel:  rejuvenated