Last night I felt simply oppressed by the amount of stuff I need to do this week... I have bills piling up and I haven't even looked at them. I have laundry like a motherfucker and I have to prepare the Treasurer's report for the fucking Homo-ner's Association Meeting on Thursday at 7:00p. And when? Working two jobs as I am this week, there will just be no time!
And then I woke up this morning at 7:00a and felt a little rumbling in my stomach and thought... "I'm feeling a little sick."
And then I thought... "Aaron, why don't you call in sick to work today?"
And James Mason answered me. He said "What a splendid idea old man!"
So now I'm at home. I'm doing laundry, and I'm recuperating from my slight illness of this morning. I will also get a chance to properly clean my house, pay my bills and prepare my treasurer's report. Fucking magic.