03.03.2013, Thursday - My boss made me lift a heavy printer from the office down the stairs out of the entrance door. Fortunately, the office is on the first floor so not too much stairs, and we lifted the printer together, but I still crashed. I feel awful now, the brain fog has lowered my intelligence quotient near zero and I hardly make sentences as I type. On top of that, I'm at work again tomorrow. How cool. Anyway, I'm going to refuse my boss this type of work the next time.