Feb 08, 2006 23:00
This is the first day in months where I simply didn't leave the house.
Caught a mild version of the flu of doom, so no nannying for me. For some reason, I thought I'd run errands but isn't the point of being sick to stay at home and get better?
I hate the feeling of slowing down, of not going out tonight to the show, of neglecting everything. However, I despise the feeling of trying to work when I'm narcoleptic and sneezy so I had better take care of myself. Mysteriously, being sick has given me the munchies. Salsa anyone?