Cramps Cramps Cramps. First thing in the morning.
Cough Cough Cough. My insides are turning out.
The temptation to take a sick leave is so prominent but
I managed to curb it. At least, there is something that I
could curb, otherwise my purse will be stuffed with yet
another receipt! Locked out of my access token again.
Wonder what the I.T. people are going to say. I could have
sworn I had the right password, which apparently, is not.
I am going to leave on the dot today. Ample rest, then
full throttled marking. Hafiz's a gig at the art house this
Wednesday. I'm bringing Gin.T if she could postpone the
appointment. Now, I need a subject to paint. But what?
