So, first and foremost, I’m just gonna say that I’m still feeling terrible. How awesome is that? Low grade fever is still coming and going and my appetite is just ultra-crappy lately. It’s almost amusing that I had about 3-4 days of Kennel Cough after Bear Pride and now I’m back to something else. Has this been a short enough amount of time for me to blame my bus rides or what?

What is ultra-annoying is that I really was feeling good this past weekend. No problems. No cough. No fevers. Just doing groovy. And now, here I am feeling like beaten shit. And the hardest part is that I’ve been working from home for the past two days and I don’t think I can necessarily keep doing that without being paranoid that I’m going to get crap from the local management. I’m trying to figure out the recipe for what sets me off on the coughing/heaving fits though – so the order of this evenings home remedies are gonna be something a little different.

Sadly, one other factor to all of this joy that I’m going through is the fever dreams. Seriously. Some of it is interesting – but sometimes, it’s just sleep-panic, and not for any fun “horror movie” style cliches. I had one fever dream that the sheets around me were leeks and I was trying to cook them perfectly for fear that Gordon Ramsey would take me to task for people fucking terrible. This wouldn’t have been a big deal if the dream hadn’t gone on all night…

And when it comes to fever dreams – if I’m gonna wake up covered in sweat anyway – why can’t these damn things be wet dreams?

Fucking inconvenient.

Regardless, it’s late and as I’m writing this, I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do tomorrow. Work from home? Call off sick? Go in for a half day? I just can’t decide.

We shall see, my darling readers. We shall see.