The kind where you're sick and you know you're sick. But logically you shouldn't be sick anymore because it's been nearly 3 weeks. And so at the very least by simple math you shouldn't be infectious anymore.
Yes that kind of sick.
And on a related note I need to shower. Like now. Wash the darkness from my mind and being. And get ready to drive my ass to work. I'm sufficiently awake now. Crushed by the indignation of rejection. And as it is burned into my mind for yet another night. I can't help but wonder if this is a type of Karma.
But if they say no. I'll relent on my madness and accept my fate. So be it. Shower, then work.
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