Today? Was rough.? Both H and I feel like uber, total ass.? It was nearly like a contest to see who could moan the loudest.? As for work?? Not happening.? I could barely manage 10 minutes in front of the computer without my head spinning.? Right now, in fact, I’m reclined in my beloved recliner with the laptop, trying to ignore the pounding head and aching back and legs.
I don’t have the highest hopes for tomorrow.? I’d love to wake up feeling at least 75% again.? So at least I could manage getting some work done.? Because I’m totally feeling the guilt.? Sure, I can barely manage to stand upright, but I have so much work to do and I don’t want my clients to start calling out hits on me.
Anyhow, the point of all of this is that I am still sick, still feeling supremely sorry for myself because of it.? And I can’t help but notice that my plea for chocolate from yesterday has been as of yet unanswered.? Ingrates.
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