bloodsong1 | Well, this isn't good.

I'm starting to suspect I've caught whatever nastiness Wolf had. This is NOT a good time! I was out less then three weeks ago due to exhaustion. Only missed an hour and a half by the end of the week, but still!

Kicker is, I _can't_ go home until Wolf gets off, which locks me here until 4:30 no matter what. And that's presuming he gets the message and comes right up. Which only leaves two hours, but it's two hours without backup if I have to dash to the ladies room. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

I've taken something, we'll see if it cooperates. Good thing I didn't bring spaghetti. Blech. I'll buy a sandwich and fries downstairs. mmmmmm. Seasoned waffle fries. I love those things.

*suddenly feeling very tired*

I want a nap.

Edit: Timestamp, 1346 MST

Yep. I've got it. My stomach is trying to knot itself while at the same time blow bubbles. Lovely image, ni? The pills seem to be holding their own. I've made arrangements for emergency phone coverage with the new sup. I really want to just go home, but Wolf won't be off for another...hour.forty-five and won't be home for another two, two.fifteen. Bleck.

Too bad there's not a burping contest going on.