It's not like it's pink-eye, right?

A conversation with my dad from earlier this week: me: yo

  u there?

 Daddy!: yes

 me: Did mom feel sickly last night?

 Daddy!: no did you?

 me: ... yus.

 Daddy!: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

9:31 AM me: i think i may have eaten some expired chicken for dinner.

 Daddy!: u at home?

 me: no

 Daddy!: Tazikis?>

 me: no

  that was lunch

  though it doesn't look near as good 10 hours later.

  :D

 Daddy!: did you blow chunks?

 me: indeed

9:32 AM it was gross

 Daddy!: nice

  i hate3 it

  hat3

 me: yeah

  but at that point, I was too nauseous to sleep

 Daddy!: not as3om3sauc3

 me: so I was kind of glad

  at what point do you know it's okay to go home sick as a grown-up?

 Daddy!: last time I was sick it was after Behold

 me: i know.

  I heard

9:33 AM Daddy!: u have sick leave use it

 me: this is true.

  but I'm not like, impaired

  and I'm not exactly pukey mcpukerton

 Daddy!: 'cept mentally

 me: thx

  i just don't want to eat anything ever again

 Daddy!: good plan

 me: and i have a weird headache that makes it hard to focus

9:34 AM Daddy!: go home, dummy

 me: ooo

  but if i hold out till 11 I'll only use a half-day

 Daddy!: and possible infect the entire office

 me: I don't think it's that kind of sick, i really don't

 Daddy!: take a vote at work

 me: pretty sure it's straight up "whatchu eat, willis?"

9:35 AM i thought i was having a migraine last night

  then it was like, OH WAIT

  bluuurg

  all better

 Daddy!: maybe it was bad comedy

 me: mebbe

9:36 AM Daddy!: steve Martin had a quote

 me: we had a steve martin movie clip at church sunday

 Daddy!: Comedy is the art of making people laugh without making them puke.

9:39 AM goota go -puke ya later

 me: thanks

  puke you later too. :/
I really don't know when it's okay to leave. When I was a kid, I'd get migraines during math tests, and my mom would be like, "Honey, I know you don't feel good, but I'm fighting fires right now and I cannot come to get you. Just do your best, okay?"
So I feel like I need parental approval to go home. Unless it's strep. Vague bad feelings? no idea on what the go-home point is. Being grown-up is hard. This is like the worst post ever. But don't blame me, I was sick on Monday ('cause that totally justifies this).