Hugs might help

I am so fucking nauseous. Bleech. Last night I was freezing and I woke up feeling terrible. But staying at home isn't really an option with the painters around, so I got up to go to work anyway. I hope this day doesn't last too long, but the co-workers and intern are already getting on my nerves, so I fear it will be ages before it's five o'clock. *sad face*

ETA: Oh, for fuck's sake, how long can you talk about nothing, while work is piling up? And they say women babble. *mutters*