I've been sick since Saturday. Just The Crud, nothing special. It kept me out of work yesterday, and I should probably stay home today too. But it's my turn to work late and I feel obligated to drag myself there. Why? I have no idea. Why am I killing myself for a place that doesn't appreciate it? I used to believe in what I did; now, I'm just marking time. Afraid to reach out for another job, because there's no safety net. No savings, no credit card, no family close by to pick up the slack. Just grown kids who still depend on me for help I can't give. I'm taking an extra long lunch, though.
Here are some random Castiel pics, because, well, Castiel. That is all. 😜