I called in sick and it was all right, despite feeling fucking guilty about the situation. But considering that I was moving like I was 80, what was the point of coming in and not doing a good job of it? I'm hoping that with the rest I'll be back to near normal tomorrow. I can walk more and even though my knee feels a bit puffy, I can bend it and with a bit more rest, I should be clear-headed for tomorrow.
I'm feeling better now, but I'm sneezing now because of the cold I'm starting to catch. Or maybe it was the exhaustion. I don't know. Either way, it's better that I stay put rather than try to suck it up and make it worse.
I kind of am wondering though why the hell my brain decided that having dreams about Ovechkin and Theodore (Okay, those were kind of nice and sweet, oddly enough) and then me having a relationship with Patrick Kane would be appropriate when I'm not feeling 100%. I woke up and was like "What the hell?"
Yeah, that was my excitement when I woke up this morning. Fun times.
I'm probably going to go to sleep and wish that the order I put in with Old Navy gets here fast. I got a fall coat (along with jeans and a couple of long sleeved shirts)and here's hoping it comes soon. I'm fucking freezing and my big wool coat kind of seems not to be the right coat for the location.
The other interesting thing is that we're having a wind warning in effect. There's something going on with the systems in the Hudson's Bay, so we are getting 90 kph winds. I am so happy to be indoors at the moment, that's for sure.
Going to nap now.