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I'm sitting at my desk, getting hotter and hotter. Damn, I thought I'd finished with that bloody virus. Obviously the virus doesn't agree. I'll try and hold out until 5 p.m., then home and bed. At least I've finished all my stuff, so nobody will have to do my unfinished work.
Stomach is queasy, but headache has strategically retreated because of overwhelming painkiller attack. Hands hot, feet hot, head hot.
BLARGH