Straight No Chaser

But I Won't

officially sick, as of yesterday. i tried not to "own" it, at the suggestion of my mother, who insists that all illness is ninety percent psychological, but it got me anyway. my third day of work. swell.

incidentally, jonathan and riordan are both sick, too. food poisoning, from eating cereal that was crawling with roaches and turning the surrounding air green. preston and kaylen, the twins, were born yesterday into that filth. orange-skinned. what a way to start life.

but i won't. i won't.

my brother, who is of course a licensed and nationally acclaimed physician with a great deal of medical insight, says i got sick because i "don't get no fuckin' sleep." sometimes when he's that didactic his words go right over my head, but this time i think he's right.

so, i'm going home at lunchtime, and going to sleep. doctor's orders.