Euphemisms: Putting things politely.

So I've been sick. Yesterday I had a 101 temperature and various other unpleasant symptoms. It all started (Sat Night) with nausea at the movie theatre, incorrectly attributed to a bad batch of popcorn. And yesterday I slept more than a person ever really should. It was both the best and worst time to get sick, I had requested off work yesterday so that I could spend time with Ro. I hadn't seen her in 3 weeks so the last thing I wanted was to waste that time sleeping while she caught up on some episodes of Lost. But then again, I had the best nurse to take care of me that I could ever wish for.

I called off today, only being the second time I've ever done so, and work said it wasn't that big of a deal. The message I left my supervisor went as follows. "So the fever's gone and I'm feeling better however... I don't feel that control of certain bodily functions have achieved acceptable levels of stability. " I'll feel a little guilty if I'm totally better in like 4 hours, but right now I don't think work is doable.

Anyways, the Movie we saw Saturday night was Cars (trailer). It was great... I mean, it got Ro to snort on several occasions. Her favorite part was either flies (itty bitty mini vans with wings) or Guido, the little Italian car. Or about a hundred other parts. If you liked Shrek and other Pixar stuff, you'll love it. I give it two thumbs up. But for now I need to tend to my left over sickness... later.