I don't feel wowfully great this morning. I don't feel fresh, young, and full of vim. Not ready for the hospital or morgue--but tired. Tired and vimless.
Should I go to work today?
Life's too short. Then you die. YOU NEVER EVER EXIST AGAIN. Go eat a croissant and stare at the clouds.
If you're ambulatory, you work. If you don't, you're a leech on the butt of Corporate America!