Sick today...

I went to work today even though I've been sick since Sunday. I hope nobody there ends up getting this virus or whatever that I have, because it's really unpleasant. If it doesn't ease up a little by tomorrow morning, I may just have to call in. I really hate calling in, though. I always feel like I'm letting everyone down when I'm not there. I even felt like that when I was on vacation this summer. I know, I'm strange.

Anyway, due to the illness, I didn't write enough words to count. I wrote a hundred or so, but I'm just going to tack them onto tomorrow's totals. I really hope I'm not sick over Thanksgiving, because we're having the family dinner at my house this year. It will be completely miserable if I'm sick for that.

I wrote an email yesterday to Vaclav Havel, the guy who said my quote of the week. He's a distant relative, but I don't think he knows about my family. I'll probably never hear from him, but if I do, I'll be so excited. He's the only person in my family (besides me) who writes. I have admired him for as long as I can remember, and I really hope I hear from a secretary or something at least. I read online that he is starting to write a new play. He said the coolest thing about it, that it was already written in his head and the only thing he really had to do was write it down. Oddly, that's how I feel about my story. It's all done, completely written in my head, it's really just about typing it up now. Unfortunately, the way I feel today, the time I spent writing this post was enough time out of my bed. I think I'd better climb back into bed now.