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I partied like end times on Saturday, slept through Sunday, don't really remember Monday*, worked like an industrial revolution pipefitter on Tuesday... and woke up feeling like refried ass today. Sinuses, throat, brains... you name it, it's busted.

How did I manage to get behind on several things while unemployed? Why am I writing this instead of getting shit done?

* Right! Monday sucked. More "hurry up and wait" on the job front.

so I've added ~~eight~~ nine videos to this here therapeutic playlist.

I'm coming down with a cold.

I took this week off work. I got 1.5 good days: On Monday, I slept in, installed a cargo rack on my bicycle, and had a mind-blowing Wing Chun class. Tuesday I slept in, then went fishing for a few hours. Strung up six big bluegills, called that enough. That evening, my throat started to hurt. Yesterday I stayed in, talked like a tuba, and produced mucus all day. Last night I got no sleep, because I was too busy breathing through my mouth and blowing my nose. Look! It's Thursday.

but I also have 20 grams of Penicillin.

Sunday night's sleep-attempt was similar to, but milder than, Saturday's. I still felt like crap today, but I was well enough to go in, make a conference call, gather up some work stuff, and limp back home for the day.

Didn't get much work done, though. Two reasons, my physical condition and my home computer's tendency to spontaneously shut itself off (which is every bit as infuriating as one would imagine), were beyond my control. A third, poor planning, I need to work on.

Anyway, I slept through most of the day, and it felt fucking great. I think it's the first real sleep I've had since Friday night. Whatever this mystery bug was, sleep deprivation is what it did. It left a splitting headache in its wake, but laying perfectly still mitigated that enough for me to pass out.

Back to bed, after a whopping five hours awake. Hooray for sleeping!

Tossed and turned all night, couldn't get comfortable. Random stomach ache didn't help. I had bizarre thermoregulation issues, too -- hot under the covers, FREEZING over them. Currently very tired, with a mild sore throat and what feels like a cumulative hangover.

Good 4th-of-July weekend, though. I'd do it again.

Too much snot. Staying home tonight.

I will be pissed off if this sneezing and sniffling becomes a workout-affecting cold. I'm implementing Zicam, possibly-beneficial supplements, fluids, and general comfort immediately. If I do come down with something, I hope to work through it. Can't stop now. You know how hard it is for me to build this kind of momentum?

A cat hops onto the bed, walks around my legs, and settles down against my thigh. I wake up... No cat. I fall asleep, and the cat returns. This happened three or four times. I could definitely sense the weight of the animal traveling over the bed, feel his steps, and take comfort in his presence, even while partly awake.

The cold is retreating quickly, like the other recent illnesses. I'm lucky I can call out easily. If I'd wanted to stay sick for two weeks, I could have worked through this one.

Went in to work for a few hours today, good-faith-effort in mind, and got a couple of things done. Stamina comes back slowly, though. I was back in bed by 1pm.

Never caught the second kitten, by the way. Other people were active in the rescue efforts, so I may have missed the capture. I hope Second Cat was as lucky as First.

I feel like a complete and disgusting slob. In bed with a book is where I belong.

I've found it practically impossible to keep my surroundings in order, so here's a new approach: Every week, I'm throwing out one cardboard box full of stuff I haven't used in several years. Oh, and I will resuscitate the filing cabinet if it kills me. There's no reason to have loose papers wandering around.

And fitness... Look, really, I just need energy to get things done. I don't know where that's gone. It shouldn't take a can of Red Bull to make me feel like talking.

ZICAM is homeopathic? Says so, right on the box. I hope that's just buzzword abuse. I already bought the stuff. I've heard the concept explained by detractors and practitioners, and it sounds ridiculous every time.

I have a cold, and I'm not pleased about it. Work is winding down for the holidays, and I don't need to be anywhere, but I'm trying to crawl out of a hole, here, and this virus isn't cooperating.

I was looking forward to Ceremony, too.

I'm on the recovery side of a seeerious head cold. It's so nice to sleep again, I've been practicing all day.

I thought payday was next week.

but I snuck a supply run through. I'm full of Ibuprofen and water and caffeine-free tea and Zinc and Vitamin C and broth. Do they work in sync? Do they get in each other's way? Do they work at all? I don't know. Anyway, I have enough sinus pressure to... to really not like it. I sound like a lo-fi recording, and so does everything else. I bought more Kleenex. I have hot-packs on my forearms and in my shoes. I cranked the heat.

So New Year's was fine, and exchanging gifts with my girl was wonderful, but I'm not gonna write about that now, because I'm running like a tap. I'm pretty sure I'm going to feel like refried ass on my birthday, but that's okay. I'll celebrate later.

darla was a dream, offering to help at every turn. I just prefer to battle viruses in private. Snot everywhere, frequent snorting, grumbling... Not in nice company, if I can help it.

Looks like I can eat again. Hey! It's time to go home.

I just ate a pear. In about 20 minutes, I'll know if that was a good idea.

I am rip-roaring starving raaarr about to grow horns.

Nausea. Bad. Chills and everything. Something in my lunch wants out.

I still have the shits. Just when I'd started enjoying things like sandwiches and coffee and cereal and

fuck fuck fuckity fuck fucking fuck fuck FUCK

I guess I'll stay away from real food again tomorrow..

Looks like I'm catching a cold.

I AM INVINCIBLE!!!

Boy, do I feel better about life in general after eating solid, genuine food for the first time in six days. I AM STINKING DRUNK WITH POWERRRR!!!

Now to get back to trying to do something about how much everything sucks.

I'm a moron. Last night, I couldn't sleep, because I was too hungry. I was cranky, too. Abandoning all common sense, I raided the fridge and ate a frightful mixture of tasty, heavy, difficult-to-digest items. I care not to list them, lest I retch at the mere memory.

Today I'm back to clear liquids, as a reward for being so brilliant. I feel pretty crappy again. Man, that was dumb.

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