I walked to work today. I'm feeling pretty good for the first time in weeks, but they're sending me home anyway.
I'm going to go home and paint.
Walked home, picking up some marzipan and port wine on the way.
I looked for absinthe again, too, but found none. Despite Absinthe being legal for sale, it's been ridiculously difficult to come by, so I'm just going to make some. Of course it'll take several weeks to brew, but it'll save me $40 and who knows if the stores will even have any in stock by the time mine is ready. I've been looking all over for weeks and the stores all tell me the same thing: "the distributor hasn't brought any this week."
So I guess word around the office is that I am out due to stress and exhaustion.
There was much pity and understanding and I was told to take the rest of the week off.
I'll take the days off, thank you. And who knows, maybe they're right, maybe it IS stress that's made it hard for me to breathe.
I have had NO trouble breathing today. This probably means one of the following:
a. I am allergic to pears
b. I am allergic to squash
c. I am allergic to work