Death on a Cracker...

I'm beginning to doubt that I will survive this illness. I don't know why I thought today was the day I should return to work. BAD idea. I'm so freaking tired. There's a corner of my office that's looking mighty comfy. I'm thinking that if I take the pillow that's in my chair and my coat, which happens to be a big fuzzy felt thing, then I could just crawl to the corner and nap and no one would be the wiser. Not as nice as my couch, granted....but the floor is looking really good at this point. It's 1 though, only how many more hours left? 4! OMG! I don't think I'm going to make it. Must stay awake...do work...must. finish. day.