Saw some of the usual at TC. Marge, Christine, Andy, Kelly, both Justins, Jill, Matty, and Michael and Jessica showed up after a while. I ended up wrestling Justin (Jarhead) on the patio. Kicked his ass and didn't break a nail. Read most of Marge's Human Sexuality textbook. Didn't learn anything new. Andy was in a subdued mood.
Went to work after, feeling like crap. Not to busy, but one interesting thing. As I was sitting at the treatment table, debating nail polish colors and testing out my newest lipstick (what? anyone think I actually take care of animals?) I looked up at the security cameras and noted many flashing lights. Curiosity piqued, I go to the front door to see what happened. I hadn't heard a thing. A drunk had managed to wrap his truck around the telephone pole directly in front of the clinic, and the fire department was in the process of cutting him out. Amazingly, the guy was still alive. So that was an interesting process, and gave me something to watch for an hour or so.
After that, I'm surprised I made it through the rest of the night, I was feeling so bad. Coughing, coughing, coughing, and just feeling ill. I so just want to get through this.
I think I may go out tonight, just to disappoint myself once again.