The ramblings and ingenious philosophizings of a Victorian Otter

Woke up nauseous and with no desire to go to work. So I called out sick.

Dunno if its because the puppy didn't call. He didn't mention he wasn't going to, but I suppose if he finished the job he wouldn't be able to. -sighs- Or if its because my co-worker is an asshole, who is trying to get me into trouble. Or if its just because life in general just isn't working for me right now.

-sighs-

I really am physically sick, and I don't think its because of what I ate. Such is life.

Love is devastating.

The only thing that remains is the art. -crying-