I was going to go on about nausea, but the dooce has already done it and I’m too tired and queasy to write it again: dooce: Survival of the Species.

I’m at work, I’m tired, I’m nauseous, and I can’t focus. I want to go lie down. But since I’m not sick, I don’t know if I can allow myself to go home. Buh.
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