I promised inkwraith that there would be frolicking in my journal. *tries to frolic* *gets dizzy, falls down, crawls to the bathroom, throws up* No frolicking right now. Later, 'kay?
Drugs are my friends, but they do not do enough. *contemplates taking more than the prescribed dosage*
Should I go to work today?
Yes. Tough it out, bitch.
Yes, but know that you can leave if necessary.
No, you are sick!
No, unless you feel better when it is time to leave.