Woke up feeling the same. My whole body is weak and feverish. I want to die. Disease is such a merciless thing. I crawl downstairs and try to force down some food but nothing is appetizing. The cat watches me curiously.
I call in sick again and hope I don't get chastised. Other janitors hate covering shifts, especially last minute.
Watched TV all day but didn't pay attention. Something about the world has never sat right with me. Too many people seem accidental. When I die, would I rather the world be a better place or worse?