16 MARCH 2007. FRIDAY. 11:11PM.

GOSH. I don't remember how i got from monday to now. I vaguely remember spending some time at the squash courts, buying asparagus at the shops, mixing all kinds of juice with soda water (spritzers! So yum), paying off my enormous credit bill, dreaming about snow holidays, waking up with a fever and not making it out the door for work, waking up with a little fever and guilt-ridden enough to make it past the door this time. I don't know why that unless i am throwing up or bleeding from big open wounds, i always end up second guessing myself if i am really too sick to work. I mean after all we are given 10 days a year to take sickies. Why can't i choose to use them should the occasion pops up without going thru the whole process of dragging myself out of bed, showered and dressed, and then falling back into bed when my internal mental debate team finally decides that i am really sick today. ALL that wasted time and energy. GOSH. Are we all programmed alike or am I subconsciously guilt-riddened from some fishy doings of my sickie past? Whatever the case, i am glad i made it out today or I would have missed out on my delightful soft-shell crab sushi dinner. No guilt there!