Back to work.

On Monday, I dragged my lazy Christmas/New Year fed butt back to work. I ran to 4 shops to buy 4 envelopes to ship 4 textbooks to 4 different people. I wrote 4 address on the 4 envelopes to (hopefully the right) 4 people. Then I went back to work.

On Tuesday, my alarm went off at 8. I texted my boss to say I'd be an hour late. I went back to bed. My alarm went off at 9. I went to the toilet and instantanously lost 3 pounds, crawled back to bed and texted my boss to say I won't be in till after lunch (maybe). I didn't go back to work. And it was AWESOME.

On Wednesday, I'm back to work. Maybe I should call in sick again. That sounds mighty tempting.