I'm on day 4 of feeling like I've been hit by a Mack Truck. I went to work this morning, even though I'm a firm believer of "if you're sick go home, I don't want to catch it," which is, I'm sure, how I got sick in the first place. I was sent home, but because I needed the coffee to get me going this morning, which I haven't had for a few days, I can't rest. Lovely.
I've already watched all the shows that will be rerun for the entire week. I attempted to file the paperwork I've had laying around for months, but lack of brain function just forces me to jam everything into folders with generic names such as "Work Stuff" and "Financial" without really looking at it. (I know I actually put coupons in the financial folder, not to mention the unopened envelopes.)
Other than cultivating the pimple that shows up under my nose every time I get sick, (you know what I'm talking about...) I'm bored to tears! I guess I'm going to flip through the same magazine and stare at the same holiday shows as I have done for the last 3 days...I really can't handle anything much more challenging anyway.
I just know that tomorrow I'm going to wake up and feel like rainbows and sunshine. Or at least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself. Stupid optimism.