Yep, I’m sick. It’s a good time. I slept for ten hours last night, dreaming fitful fever dreams, waking up in a panic, all that good stuff. I’m sure I solved all the world’s problems in my sleep but couldn’t remember when I awoke. I’ve done exactly zip today, unless watching “The Mighty Ducks” counts as an activity. Somehow that was too strenuous for me and I had to go back to bed for two hours. Non-drowsy medicine — ha!
I would write more, but all this typing is exhausting me. I think I’ll go back to bed until tomorrow.