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Boss just walked by and said, "You're not making it in tomorrow. I can see it. There's no way."
:P
I feel horrible. Seriously horrible. I have a headache, my sinuses are one big block of pain and pressure, I'm going to end up emptying a family-sized box of kleenex in one day, my lips and nose are all chapped from repeated nose-blowing and mouth-breathing, and I just want to lie down.
Unfortunately... Two more dance classes until the recital. If I miss one, I can't be in it. And I'm NOT going to sacrifice that.
I want to lie down and cry and beat my head against the floor until it cracks open and releases all of this pressure... but I can't go home for seven more hours.
*cry*
:P
I feel horrible. Seriously horrible. I have a headache, my sinuses are one big block of pain and pressure, I'm going to end up emptying a family-sized box of kleenex in one day, my lips and nose are all chapped from repeated nose-blowing and mouth-breathing, and I just want to lie down.
Unfortunately... Two more dance classes until the recital. If I miss one, I can't be in it. And I'm NOT going to sacrifice that.
I want to lie down and cry and beat my head against the floor until it cracks open and releases all of this pressure... but I can't go home for seven more hours.
*cry*