Sick at home...
<p>&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;SAAsdakewfk</p> So I called in today. Yep, after the zombification that was my day yesterday, I knew I couldn't possibly "fake it till I make it" (What asshole ever came up with that load of crap anyway? Yer sick.. be sick and have done with it...) Now I am at home feeling sickly and bored out of my tree... well not my Christmas tree, that bad boy will never get old, but being at home is kind of like being grounded. Unless you were one of those really spoiled (or goody two shoes) Who ...