I am sick.

I am calling out sick today from the blog, because I've almost completely lost my voice and they've sent me to yet another understaffed location and I am unable to leave and so I cannot call out sick from work. Decorum dictates that I shouldn't get into it here so I won't. Instead, enjoy this dramatic poem by Barry Cornwall:

The Watch - Poem by Barry Cornwall

I wakened on my hot, hard bed; 
Upon the pillow lay my head; 
Beneath the pillow I could hear 
My little watch was ticking clear. 
I thought the throbbing of it went 
Like my continual discontent; 
I thought it said in every tick: 
I am so sick, so sick, so sick: 
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, 
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick... 

As soon as I am set free from this cage I'm going home to sleep and weep. Bye.