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We’ve done work today. Comic book stuff, telephone meetings; but as the day went on I got more and more tired. Took my temperature, and guess what? I’ve got a fever. That would explain the whole tired thing.
I think that’s the blog for the night, because I’m wasted. I think I’m going to bed now. That sounds really good.
Maybe tomorrow if I actually behave myself and rest, I’ll get better. But you know I won’t behave myself. There’s work to be done, damn it. There’s actually quite a bit of stuff that can’t wait, time critical and all that. Wait tomorrow’s Saturday. Does that mean I get the day off? Hmm, I am the boss. If I was an employee I’d give me the day off, but I’m the boss. Management doesn’t get time off for good behavior, maybe I should I try bad behavior? I saw a t-shirt that said, “Be naughty, save Santa the trip.” Will naughty get me a day off? If so, it’s looking pretty good. Heck, if I was in prison I’d get time off for good behavior. Why can’t I give myself the same break? Wait, because I’m a workaholic, control-freak, perfectionist. Oh, yeah, that’s why.
G’night, folks. Sweet dreams.