I told the boss I'd reevaluate at lunch.
Some more zinc, and then bed.
At this particular gig I wouldn't feel as bad (as usual) calling in sick if I had sick time.  The boss is the epitome of reasonable.  I just  want my money, I guess.
Okay, off to get more zinc, and then back to bed.
	
 
		
		
That reminds me of another piece of 9/11 satire. Well, satire of the conspiracy theories.
Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job?
	
 
		
		
I love the picture with this caption.
Emperor Palpatine reads 'The Pet Bantha' to young Sith while the Death Star is being attacked. He would continue to read for 5 full minutes before leaving!
	
 
		
		
That picture is brilliant.
	
 
		
		
Thanks for that link, Gud!  It was mentioned on a podcast I listened to earlier this week, I made a mental note to look for it, and of course promptly forgot to do so when I was back at a computer.
	
 
		
		
I got it from a podcast too. The Skeptics Guide?
	
 
		
		
Good luck, Emaryn!
Feel better, ita. Colds are of the suck. I am so over winter illnesses. It's time for spring -- and allergies! 
	
 
		
		
Good luck to Emaryn. She'll probably be running the school in a month.
	
 
		
		
 But I don't feel up to that, which means the decision had made itself, I guess.
Oh yeah, back to bed for you!  Sick sucks.