Argh.

Tonight was exhausting. By the end of the shift, I could barely stand. If we'd had /anyone/ who might've been able to cover, there is no way I would've gone to work. As was, I just proved that I'd been raised by a Saskatchewan farm girl, and muscled through. Holy crap, though.

I'm hungry, finally, and I have half a can of chicken noodle soup. I'm trying not to scarf it (those who have dined with me will know that my usual eating speed is somewhere along the lines of that of light - I don't know why, I was an only child, so it's not like it's some ingrained 'get it before it's gone' thing...), 'cause eating at my normal rate before work almost resulted in my not going to work. Seriously, all it would've taken was one more trip to the bathroom within a five minute period, and that was it. Sorry Stan, I know this is only your fifth shift, but there's no way I'm comin' in if I have to run to the crapper every few minutes.

I was alarmingly disappointed when I got home to find Sarah not online. She's probably out with her sister or something, but the sudden desperation just goes to prove how very, very tired I am. There's nothin' left, man, seriously.

So I'm going to eat this soup, drink my glass of juice, and then probably eventually settle into bed. I should sleep, despite my retarded emotional dependencies. (Really, it's not usually this bad. I just get clingy when I'm sick, and have no tolerance, after a 5.5 hour shift of running around, for feeling incomplete.)

Anyway. State of the Kat? Not so good right now. Of course, we knew this when we were feverish all day and could barely read.

I really, really shouldn't've gone to work. But I washed my hands frequently, breathed away from people's drinks, and didn't touch /anything/ that would come in contact with someone's mouth.

Gah. Coughing makes me almost want to vomit.

I'm done my bitching now. Just... wow. Indeed, we all seem to have the plague.

I wish I could've taught Stan how to do cash tonight, but there was just no energy for it. Either way, it remains a regret.