I don't feel well today. Something I ate yesterday made me spend the evening curled up under blankets acting like a twelve year old. I just wanted to watch cartoons and be miserable. I crave Coke when I'm sick, not ginger-ale. Coke (slightly flattened) was what my Dad would get me if I had an upset stomach as a child. Some things get imprinted and pop up at random, decades later.
But, I'm back at work today, still not feeling great but not bad enough to call off.
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