Sick...and tired.

Sick. I hate being sick. And I knew the minute I woke up Friday morning for work that this was not going to be good. But I drudge through the day. Thank you Big Boss for letting me leave early though. Saturday...I feel so guilty about Saturday. I was suppose to go to lunch with someone for his birthday with his parents. But I just couldn't do it. And I feel horrible. I know he will forgive me though. He experienced the sickness Friday night.
Sunday wasn't much better. Barely could talk in the morning. But I had a freelance meeting that I just couldn't miss...so not only did I get up...but I showered...curled my hair and put on makeup. I am not a big fan of wearing makeup. Junior high/bad skin/bad memories...blah blah.
Well I am worried...tonight's sleep isn't going to well...and tomorrow I work two jobs. I have huge design project going this week for the Lion King...and all I want to do is sleep. Oh well. Maybe if I work non-stop I will forget I am sick.