If you're looking for something insightful, keep looking.

No revelations to be had here.
Not now anyway.
I have to pee too badly.

This is the crappy thing about my cubiclemate being sick. Usually if one of us has to use the restroom, we can cover for eachother. If I'm alone, I basically get my allotted breaks every few hours and that's it unless I feel like hollering over the walls and begging someone to cover the phones for me. Which I hate. I'd rather suffer for the next hour and risk the kidney failure. If it gets too bad, I'll give in. But not likely.

My throat and tongue are getting dry.
Can't drink water though.
D'ohhhhhh!

*sigh*

If I eat something salty, do you think the diuretic effects will reach my bladder? Or is it too late? Do I just have to suck it up and go to the bathroom?

Because it feels like quitting! It feels like giving in, like I can't control myself and now I need an additional bathroom break.

45 minutes. I can wait 45 minutes. I'm sitting. I have my legs crossed. I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

*Update!*

I have 10 minutes left to go. Salty snacking proved effective as a distraction as did reading a couple of Joel Stein's articles on LAtimes.com. However, doing my job seems to do NOTHING to distract me. It takes no thought and/or concentration as I can do it while reading, eating or writing a whiny blog about my soon-to-rupture bladder.

I might die soon.
If I do... I'm sure I cared about you very deeply and I'm sure you'll miss me a lot.