The Pope had the right idea

A brief appearance at the window, and then back inside to go back to feeling ill.

Actually, I don't feel ill. I feel like hammered shit. I hate being sick, because it happens so infrequently to me, that I never remember how to deal with it. I called out from work last night, and if the current day is any indication, I'll be calling out tonight as well. Luckily, I have the sick time built up to do this.