Well, the reason I was feeling so lousy the last time I wrote was because I was, indeed, coming down with a nasty little cold. On Friday, I pretty much skipped work altogether, I felt so bad. Between the swollen tonsils, the head stuffed full of snot, and the delightfully dizzy sensation of fatigue, I was doing really well just to sit and stare at the TV Friday and Saturday.Storm offered his sure-fire cold cure, but told me that it would make me sleep for 24 hours. I asked him what was in it, and he said, "A bunch of noxious chemicals and hot water." I declined, since I had no real urge to sleep for quite that long.
Sunday, I dragged myself out of bed long enough to read specs for a project I'm doing this week, and go to Fred Meyer and get office supplies. I didn't manage to get to doing the dishes, but I figure I'll do that tonight if I have the energy.
I don't know, though. This is the first time I've been genuinely ill in some time, and it's pretty much wiped me out. Coherent thought is sort of difficult to come by at the moment. I've been rereading Savage Love and finding that my tolerance for daytime TV is about 15 minutes at a stretch.
And I think I'm going to take off early today, too, since it looks like I'm not actually going out to Redmond this afternoon. You may all cheer now.
Setting up the business proceeds apace. Once I have my licenses in place, I can go out and buy a new computer. (YAY.)Energy beginning to flag. time to take off.
days I'm in love, I'll take any bus.—from Bus Poetry
outside: no idea.
doing: specs and specs
link: Half Empty
dream: I dream I am at a car rally, with Melanie. People keep on trying to tell me things, but the sound of the cats is so loud they end of gesticulating and throwing things at me to make their points.
