Bah.

[digitaldiscipline]

This week may yet be fired for egregious suckitude above and beyond the call of duty.

We've got a seriously unwell aishlynn. I am trying like hell not to succumb to it, but feel the first pangs of creeping crud sneaking in.
We've had minor vehicular craptactuarity for mighty_man. (And no fewer than two people in my immediate office environment encounter similar things.)
We've had a wide assortment of work-related grievances, ranging from the merely annoying to the "This sucks, Beavis."

Item the first may fuck over plans to see friends who are in from out of town.

I think tonight I'll probably forego any Burning Sensation / World of Warcrack in favor of doing something exciting, like going to bed at 8:00.

Comments

[ivy]

I'd also suggest lots of water, and some immune system boosters (ginger, garlic, spice, Vitamin C, zinc, echinacea). Those are my normal stave-off-crud shock troops, and they do pretty well.

Feel better. I hope you don't have to fire anything.