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Thanks for the nudge, virtualcourtney. It has been an embarrassingly long time.
Late Saturday night I went to sleep, ostensibly a heathly human being. Late Sunday morning I woke up with multiple systems failure. Moving hurt. Swallowing hurt. Two hours later I was contemplating my dreary existence in a cold sweat, sprawled across my bathroom floor, unwilling to venture far from my porcelain security blanket.
It’s Tuesday night and I still haven’t been back to work. (I’d say there’s a 50/50 chance I’ll be well enough by tomorrow morning.) In the last three days I’ve been outside of my apartment only once. At least 36 of those 72 hours have been spent asleep.
Fuck. The modern urban lifestyle isn’t designed to handle this sort of situation. Do you know how hard it is to check out of society, even for three days?