Misery Loving Company

I went to work today. I'd finished my book. And nobody was going to be home to pity me when I coughed. So I went to work.

Work is a lot like home. Nobody pitied me at work, either. What a wasted effort. I coughed often throughout the day. I even made regular trips to Joan's cube to pilfer Puffs from her tissue cache.

I later found out that one of my co-workers had just come back to work after being in a diabetic coma for three or four days. I really must either work on my timing or up the ante. What beats a diabetic coma?