Woke up still a tad feverish but feeling much better. Down some more cold tablets, and had breakfast and coffee. And now I’m so so high. Pseudoephedrine + caffeine = cheap thrill.
Too bad I have to go to work. UGH.
Tonight is a foregone conclusion – staying at home and sleeping. Tomorrow? Hmm. Why do I feel the need to go out every weekend? Why does it feel like I’m wasting it if I don’t do anything on the weekend? I don’t know. Those are rhetorical questions that I can’t answer myself.
Week in, week out I do the same things. Every week I work towards the weekend and if it so happens that I can’t party, I feel like crap. Even though really, there’s nothing *real* to feel crap about. My life is great and the resultant moodiness is very much unjustified.
Enough rambling for now, see you in the office. 😉