My former work team won an award last night -- a silver medal. It's for work done in 2003-04, so I won it too (yay!). There was a big gala dinner, and it was great fun to hang out with them again. There was a little too much free wine, perhaps, but it really wouldn't be right to complain about that, now would it?
This means I'm going to get a pretty certificate for my office wall, recognizing what a great public servant I am. Which is nice.
Unfortunately, I am terribly sick. I have an icky cold. I was actually sick yesterday, but went to the gala and drank wine anyway. Bad me. And then today, I went in to work even though I was (am) feeling wretched (not hungover, just tired and sick). Sometimes I can be a little too dedicated, or something. But I wasn't feeling all that badly when I woke up -- it wasn't until I got dressed that it really started to hit me, and by then I'd already decided to go to work.
Chances are, I'm staying home tomorrow, though. I'm still feeling unwell, and I don't want to go through another workday feeling like I did today. Bleah.