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verbicideIt feels very weird to have fallen asleep at noonish only to wake up now with the day gone. I fell asleep right as Aragorn was singing about Beren and the lady of Luthien. Or was it during Arwen's run from the Ringwraiths. I think it was intermittent, because I vaguely remember Boromir in Rivendell. Hrm. I think that was when I totally passed out. But I woke up to an inbox full of well wishers, which was really nice.
Hobbes kept me in good company today. He loves days where for whatever reason unknown to him, I stay in bed all day with him. Although currently he's guarding the bedroom doorway, so I will be sure to know he's ready to eat anytime I want to get up.
My throat hurts less, but I think it's because of that nice wall of mucous choking it. It still feels swollen, but at least there isn't that awful tearing sensation every time I swallow. I need more fluids, but they're all the way over there. Sigh.
In a weird twist, all my cousins are sick in LA. K, M, H, Y, and A. I think Z and Mo are the only ones unaffected.
No doubt about it, I'm glad I stayed home. I would have been utterly useless at work and miserable to boot. I used to feel this intense passion about going into work even when sick, which was stupid. I used to think it meant devotion. But it just meant that I would take a lot longer to get better and infect half my office.
Now that I'm awake, I'm trying to figure out what to do that my attention span can handle. LotR again? Veronica Mars? Read something? Book on tape? It's a little hard to focus. Mowr.
Also, right about now, half a roll of toilet paper in, I'm annoyed I didn't buy the Puffs Plus I considered during my last grocery trip.
Hobbes kept me in good company today. He loves days where for whatever reason unknown to him, I stay in bed all day with him. Although currently he's guarding the bedroom doorway, so I will be sure to know he's ready to eat anytime I want to get up.
My throat hurts less, but I think it's because of that nice wall of mucous choking it. It still feels swollen, but at least there isn't that awful tearing sensation every time I swallow. I need more fluids, but they're all the way over there. Sigh.
In a weird twist, all my cousins are sick in LA. K, M, H, Y, and A. I think Z and Mo are the only ones unaffected.
No doubt about it, I'm glad I stayed home. I would have been utterly useless at work and miserable to boot. I used to feel this intense passion about going into work even when sick, which was stupid. I used to think it meant devotion. But it just meant that I would take a lot longer to get better and infect half my office.
Now that I'm awake, I'm trying to figure out what to do that my attention span can handle. LotR again? Veronica Mars? Read something? Book on tape? It's a little hard to focus. Mowr.
Also, right about now, half a roll of toilet paper in, I'm annoyed I didn't buy the Puffs Plus I considered during my last grocery trip.
