Paul's not been feeling too well this week, and whatever it is that he has is starting to work its way into my system. I've struggled with insomnia the last two nights, and I feel like crap this morning. Yay. I have a lot to do this weekend as well, and absolutely no energy. Which is, of course, terrific. Who comes down with a nasty cold in July? This one, that's who.
Heavy heaving sigh.
And the house is a mess.
It is what it is.
I suspect it all has everything to do with not sleeping. I am feeling more run down than anything else, although waking up this morning with post-nasal drip and a sore throat and burning eyes is just icing on the cake. Everything I usually take to help me sleep has failed utterly the last few nights, so tonight I am going to have to try to figure something else out.
Of course, when you have a job where you are coming into relatively close contact with total strangers most of the time, getting sick is an inevitability. I just hope a good night's sleep tonight will knock this shit out.
As such, I've not been able to get as much done as I would like. As I already mentioned, The Lost Apartment is a sty; I am way behind on everything again; and I've not been able to even focus enough to read anything.
God, I am sick to death of whining!
So, I am going to eat some breakfast--yogurt and blackberries--get cleaned up, and focus and push through this nonsense. If I don't feel better by Monday I'll have to call in sick. I am going to get as much done as I can and if need be, take a nap; even if it fucks with my sleep schedule some more it's surely better to get some rest whenever I can get it.
And I am going to walk over to Walgreens and get some DayQuil. It can't hurt.
I feel better already.
Here's an Olympic athlete: