Calling In Sick...

I hate doing it. I really do. Unless of course its for a good reason, like there is a party to go to or some girl is wanting to sex me up. But since neither of those things happen, calling in sick sucks.

Woke up this morning, kind of early (10am, but that's early for me). Drug myself out of bed and was messing around on the computer. Suddenly, I just got super light headed. I pretty much fell over when I tried to walk to the bed, because my legs felt so heavy. Very strange sensation. Went back to sleep for a bit, got up and still felt like shit, so I some how drug myself to the phone and called in - ever since 7 Dec, anytime I feel a little weird I get freaked out about driving.

So I then went back to bed, and woke up about 4, not remembering if I'd called in or not! Cell phone didn't have 152 missed calls, and my email showed the newsroom wide email about me not coming in, so that was a sigh of relief.

Went back to bed for a bit, got back up at 7 and now I feel fine. Legs still feel a little heavy for some reason, but whatever.

I considered going in for the last 3 hours of my shift, but I really didn't think there would be much for me to do, so here I am still. Nothing much for me to do here either. At anyrate, hopefully tomorrow will be thrilling enough to make up for today.

On a semi-related note, still waiting for my insurance card to arrive (stupid Clear Channel/Newport sales failure) so I can get in and get my brain tested. I am sure they will find a chipmunk sized tumor there. What a pain in the ass that'd be.