The dishes are piling up. So's the garbage. There are blankets and pillows everywhere and I've been nuking food.
Yes folks, I'm sick.
Again.
On the 24^th I woke up fine. On the 25^th I woke up feeling like Death Warmed Over. Maybe not that bad, but enough to make me wish I could swap out my head for a new one.
I was feeling a little bit better yesterday, but tripping on a bookshelf (you pretty much have to loose all sense of balance to do that) and almost onto Spring [1], and sounding like a feral animal foaming at the mouth as I try to breath last night I took as a signal that I probably shouldn't get out of bed any time soon.
Blarg.