purplerabbits

Am not at work due to what felt like a major episode of food poisoning last night. At one stage I was curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor wishing I could die. I have no idea what caused it, either. I'm beginning to worry that my work will stop believing in my sick days, though it was perfectly genuine. Still, as long as they say nothing I can't very well go in with explanations and excuses, or it will look even *more* suspicious.

Got a few more bookings for BiCon today, which can only be good., and one of them is offering a workshop which is even better. Also it looks like we have DJs for Saturday night worked out, which takes a small load off my mind.