Crash day. Stomach is back to feeling weird. The older I get, the more fucked up my insides are ... never mind the outside.

My colleague (for the second time in as many days) alluded to something the CNHK MD said about me - to other people. I'm curious and wary. Ol' boys, fish wives - bah.

The boss called in sick today, ending off with, "... don't worry - I'll survive." Had to ask him to repeat that last part because I wasn't sure I'd heard right. Does he want me to show more care and concern than my usual indifference?