I was sick for the majority of the weekend. There were times, throughout, that I had to put on a brave face and be fun and outgoing and save the day—whose day? Everyones day! With my awesome go-get-em attitude. However, when I get sick I generally devolve into a whiny 5 year old. I don’t think devolve would technically be the right word in this situation, but it’s really quite an impressive process/transformation. I thought about calling in sick today at work, but I am feeling much better and I would just feel guilty. Why couldn’t I get sick in the middle of the week? Because I have no luck. So I just have a runny nose and slight cough. I kicked my sore throat right in the… *cough*.