Going to work. I'm still sniffly and my ears pop but those Salon Premium member questions won't answer themselves.
Wake up. Eat, read, take placebos, watch TV, repeat. Feel under-the-weather all day. Go to bed. This is my life now.
What kind of life is this? Headache, sore throat, and stuffy nose are beginning to seem normal. If I wake up well tomorrow I don't know how I'll recognize it.
I want to laugh at something. I tried watching A Night At The Opera and my face cracked maybe once. I found all the Marx brothers completely annoying. Leonard is currently looking for a Goon …
Leonard thinks I have the flu. Makes sense. Still feeling at sixes and sevens.
I went for a short walk and Leonard made his hot-n-spicy noodle soup for me and now I'm 80% better. Thank goodness.
I can't remember the last time I was this ill for this long. Thank goodness Leonard is taking care of me. If this lasts through tomorrow then I should seek real medical attention. Read: Pratchett's …
Yesterday I was well enough to go to work, where I got hit by a barrage of jerkitude by customers. Maybe that lowered my immune system's defenses, because I woke up today with a relapse …
An update long overdue (I got the corrective email in March).
