Still sick, but working stuff out. I think the combination of house stress, writing stress, sickness stress, a bad reaction to some DayQuil that made me feel like I was in an aquarium, and the fact that really, truly, while being this sick I really, truly, shouldn’t be at work just got to me.
I mean, hey, every one in my house has had a nervous breakdown at one point or another. It was my day to collapse. I spent the whole time sleeping and trying to eat mostly whole foods (been eating a lot of soup). Turns out I didn’t have a fever, which was good. In a word, I felt utterly hysterical (if I was a guy, what would I call this, I wonder? Hm).
I’m just finishing up a few writing passages for ye olde writing contracte work, which’ll get sent out tomorrow. I have a long post about novels that I’ll be posting shortly, too.
Hope everybody’s feeling better than I am…
