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mean your dignity ?” I corrected without thinking. Damn it, Ryen, shut up! I scolded myself.
    “Couldn’t even let me keep it, could you? Whatever. I’ll see you round, Ry. Happy hunting for what makes you happy.”
    With that, the phone went dead. Breathing deep, I reclined back on the couch, staring at my cell phone. I’d stayed home today from work again, having called my boss and told her while I was feeling better I wasn’t feeling great just yet. It was the truth. It’s the reason I had the sudden absurd urge to cry … really. Ugh, what was wrong with me.
    Shaking off the odd feelings surging through me, I pulled my laptop onto my lap and reclined back, happy to prop my feet up. I felt like I’d run a marathon, and I had a feeling I’d been moving too much, testing the limits of the Nyquil I was drinking from a shot glass. If you’ve never kept a bottle of cough syrup next to you like it was vodka, you’ve never been as close to death as I was the past two days.
    Comfortable, I opened the computer and brought up flight options as well as weather forecasts for the next few weeks in the city. I had a bunch of options, all for about the same pricing, and I was pleased to see that it was supposed to be pretty nice, as far as I could tell. Obviously, weather prediction was about as reliable as solving algebra by chewing gum, but I wasn’t going to let that bring me down. Choosing a flight for next Saturday, a week from tomorrow, I smiled and bounced a little in my seat. I couldn’t help being excited.
    I had no real plans further than leaving Atlanta next week and getting to New York City. Time frame hadn’t even occurred to me, which was also why I’d bought only a one -way ticket. That way, I could just come back when I felt like it, instead of being confined by deadlines. My boss probably wouldn’t like it … but oh well. If she chose to fire me, I’d be sad – I really liked the girls I work with – but I guess it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I could always find a new job.
    And again that feeling like I was going to cry. Sniffling a little , I snatched the glass off the side table and shot back the foul-tasting syrup, immediately feeling better. See, definitely the cold. Turning on the TV, I spent the rest of the day watching bad daytime soap operas and surfing the Internet. It was relaxing and, as long as I didn’t move too quickly, I could almost pretend that I was already in New York, waiting for night so I could go out. Granted, I was grateful I wouldn’t have to get dressed, completely content in my boy shorts and tank top, and brushing my hair sounded like more work than I wanted to do, but still.
     

     
    I woke up groggy and slightly confused, still on the couch with infomercials demanding that I call and buy the products they were selling. Squinting , I realized they were trying to make me choose between being fit and not being fit with their thigh squeezer thing.
    “I’ll pass,” I told the guy selling it, appalled by his declarations that only women who used it had tight thighs.
    Bringing up the menu guide to see the time, I was surprised to see it was six o’clock in the morning. Time certainly flies when you’re having fun … or staying up late to watch an all-night marathon of Lost . I fell asleep somewhere between ‘not Penny’s boat’ and Jack demanding to Kate that they go back. Surprisingly though, despite having a repeated urge to press the button in my dreams, I was actually well-rested. I knew I bought this couch for a reason.
    Stretching , I stood, checking my phone, which was now dead. Oh well. As I made my way through the house to put it on the charger I decided that I should get what I needed done today, so I wouldn’t have to do it closer to my trip.
    “Shopping!” I squealed to myself, slightly ashamed that I’d made such a sound to begin with. My head didn’t swim when I’d danced a little jig, and my lungs didn’t feel like they would explode.