Not Allergies, By The Way

Because allergies don't come with the muscle aches that I've got.

The stubborn little juice-drinking, cat-hugging, sicker-than-a-puddle-of-slime person that I am still intends to work my shift at the Faire today. I'll get a scarf or something to cover my nose and mouth so I'm not inhaling all that contaminated dust. I'll also pick up some more juice to bring with me in convenient travel-sized bottles. (Can you tell I'm ill, I'm talking silly?!)

If I can't make it through the day, I'll come home, and I'm sure the in-charge person will understand. But I'm going to try all the same.