Wednesday, December 17, 2003
I went home at 11.00, cradling my poor head in both hands, feeling each bump of the bus shock through my brain. Deep breaths, deep breaths, you won't be sick... I even sat on the lower floor. Got back, went straight to bed. Woke up about fifteen minutes ago, not feeling so bad now, although I can sense a little imp poking out from behind the curtains the painkillers put up for me. It's fucking freezing in here too. Think I've worked out how to bypass the timer on the heating. I could of course put some proper clothes on, but that would miss the point of being Sick Off Work.
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