Dear co-workers,
Unless you are carrying a latte, or wearing a shirt cleverly fashioned of ibuprofen and chocolate, do not approach me. I'm not sure I'd even call me if I were you. (that sentence...OW) Send me your requests in e-mail. Just trust me on this one.
I have a headache that feels like an evil gnome is in my head, desperately trying to escape via my right eyeball. I am SO. VERY. SLEEPY. that during the NPR report on narcolepsy this morning, I totally got all hypochondriac on my ass. (For the record, no I am not now, nor have I ever been narcoleptic.) I am in the middle of switching meds and?? I am on the rag.
You people have been warned.
Pass the Tylenol,
Laura
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Ugh!
Sending (((Chocolate)))))vibes your way!
Yuck. I hope you are better today.
I heard that same story on NPR yesterday. Hearing that women tell her story freaked me out. I can't imagine living like that. And I thought I was tired all the time....
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