I hate being sick. One of the only things worse than being sick is being sick AND tired.
Okay, so I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Stupid cold started its merciless attack last Friday night. I immediately dosed up on vitamin C hoping against hope that I could ward off the worst of it.
I was, as I usually am, wrong. But hope does spring eternal.
So, I got progressively worse over the course of the weekend to the point where I stopped getting anything resembling normal sleep (which isn’t terribly normal at the best of times).
Voice started to go.
Crankiness (more crankiness than usual) set in.
Did an interview for Get Published about Mik 3 – it made sense at the time.
And now, here I am. Trying to figure out how I can get rid of this cold and get a bunch of things done in what is proving to be my busiest week in a long time.
End of whinging (yes, I said whinging, not whining).