hooky.

I did not take an unsick day today, even though I really wanted to do so. On Friday, I will take a legitimate vacation day. Guilt mixed with prorated vacation is a stressful thing to contemplate at 6 AM when you're a two-hour drive from work and there's a warm naked body in the bed with you. On the plus side, the afternoon goes a lot faster than the morning on days like these. But allow me to reiterate: when it's 7:10 AM and you're resigned to a day of work and the low-oil buzzer in your car starts going off, it feels like the day will never end. In other words, there's always a minus side.