I’m convinced that being half sick, may be worse than actually being sick. It’s like I’m waiting for the real sickness to come barreling through the front door and apologizing, “I’m here, sorry I’m late, here’s your plague.”
Throat’s raw, but not swollen, there’s some congestion but it’s more annoying than anything else.
I feel I am in a steady decline though, and I’m trying my best to combat it with hydration and rest. At least it’s Friday tomorrow and that’s that.
Can’t post now about Mien Yu, Rock Band’s Fog machine, and how awesome Singstar is (again) with the right people. Â
I’ll be back tomorrow.
Things I am 1-1 on for 2009:
Yep. That’s a great start.
I’m sitting in front of a desk, in front of a keyboard, sending electronic impulses that arrange themselves by some electrical method that I don’t understand into symbols that are then interpreted by the ocular nerve and the brain to mean, “Happy New Year!”
The weather is just too nice to not take long walks.
Even if it’s for errands that you have to do.