Twice the Reason Not to Work

I didn't go into work at Sony nor will I go into Chili's tonight because my cold has gotten so bad that between the hacking cough and the hocking loogies my voice has deepened to Barry White levels. And my sunburned skin has begun to shed like hair from a dog - or more appropriately disgusting, like the skin from a snake. Those two reasons make leaving the apartment a less enticing opportunity - I think I'll stay in tonight and try to write. God has given me the gift of a single day in which to rework my carefully crafted opus of a short film. I fully intend to use it.