You look like a futuristic prostitute

Ugh, I feel like shit. I hate to come back early. Not that we were doing anything at all. One of the girls said I looked like I was about to pass out. I didn't feel like it though. My nose is all ugh, my throat's funny and my visions been all off. Shouldn't have gone in today.

Tomorrow there's a meeting so I only have to go in for Job Center, so I can sleep in.

I'm going for a shower in an hour, then curling up in bed until I can be bothered to do anything. I'll write only when warmer, despite having ideas. My fingers are too cold to type much now.