blech

I'm sick.

Started last night. Cough. Drip.

Pumped up the drugs, got a little better for the work day, but I'm pretty miserable. Tracey offered to take care of me if I drove back to Lafayette and scrapped my work day for tomorrow.

But I've got two pallets of brand new servers beckoning me to build them. If the facilities guys get off their ass tonight (a remote possibility) then I can do the work tomorrow.

Otherwise, I'm leaving this joint at noon and hoofing home to recover.


Time for chicken noodle soup.