Had a quite wonderful weekend, and yet here I still am at home. Sick as a dog. Queasy, dizzy, headachey - and I have lost eight pounds since I went to bed, where I stayed for twelve full hours. The laptop's probably not a good toy to be playing with, but a book is more than my eyes can handle, and picking out a DVD was more than my wee paltry brain was up to - never mind all the ambulation it would require.
I feel ROTTEN. And even the laptop, I find, is making me all cranky and bored. It's enough to make me want to just go back to feverish, shuddering sleep. *Bleah*
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