Nope.

Yesterday I went to work for 3 hours. Then I went home because of these stupid goddamn headaches that I get 24/7 but before I left, I talked to my boss and she said that my attendance is abysmal. Whatever that means. I figured it was bad, so I started to feel shitty. I went home anyway because I couldn't possibly be productive while my brain was trying to squish out of my eye and ear holes. I went home, I went to bed, and except for the odd 5 minutes where I was not in bed, I stayed there until 6:30 this morning. I was in bed for like 16 hours. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want anything but the day to be over. Today I feel exactly the same, BUT, unlike yesterday, I don't want to feel this way. I refuse to go home. I refuse to let my headaches rule my life. I refuse to be a big mopey waste of space. I'm going to be happy dammit. I'm going to take a shitload of drugs and energy drinks and sugar and tell the entire world to go fuck itself.