Sickie

I decided to call in sick this morning.

I ain't gonna lie. I think I have a illness, and the illness is called Mondayitis.

For some reason, I just couldn't get out of bed this morning.

It started with a rough night of sleep.

Oh don't get me wrong, I slept a lot, and quite early too, but it just wasn't quality sleep.

I woke up at 3.30am because the effect of my sleeping pill had worn off, so I had to take another one to get back to sleep, which in turn, of course, made me feel all woozy in the morning.

But I was dreaming the whole night, all sort of weird dreams. Not all of them were bad, I must say. More like, um, adventures?

While we're on this, does anyone else have wild dreams of adventures or conspiracies all the time? Like, seriously, all the time?

Or is it only me? :|

I'm telling ya, if I could remember all of them, I should be writing my own version of "Alice in Wonderland"!

Then, in the morning, the usual thing with waiting for the bathroom, no thanks to the selfish couple who thinks they are the only people on the planet who need to get ready for work and the shameless boyfriend who has no problem of making himself "feel at home". *Rolls eyes*

As I was laying in bed, waiting for my turn to use the bathroom, the thought of having to rush to work just to put up with more annoying people all day long was just too much to bear.

So I picked up the phone, and asked a colleague if he could take my shift today instead.

(Mind you, I would have never done this if there was no one to work on my behalf.)

I then sent a couple of sms to arrange a few things for the day, before I went back to bed to snuggle up to a warm-faced Bee who was still snoozing away in dreamland.

And that's that.

I pulled a sickie.

Something that I'm usually too anal to do, but on this particularly bleah Monday morning, I decided that I'm entitled to cut myself some slack and just be lazy.

Don't do this at home though, kiddies.

Not unless you are feeling really don't-give-a-crap, then it's a-okay. :p

Now if you would excuse me, I'm gonna go make myself a nice cup of tea, and enjoy a quiet Monday morning. Not. Working.

And continue to reassure myself that I deserve a break every now and then.

Toodles!