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Oof. Verra verra sick. Head wobbly, brain exploding, chest feels like there's a very large cat sleeping on it. Standing up is dangerous, yo.

Hate hate HATE being sick on a long weekend - such a waste. *pouts*

Was woken up this morning at 7 (7!) by the fuckers building a new building outside my window. Actually fell back to sleep again through the cement truck racket, making it obvious that am truly ill. Woke up at 10 to make a phone call, and did not immediately feel the need for breakfast, another sign of inpending health doom. Woke up at 3:30 and would have gone back to sleep, but realized that grocery stores are closed tomorrow and that had books due at the library. Got dressed verrrry slowly. Walked verrrrry slowly to the library, had a coughing fit at the lovely library lady who asked how I was, walked verrrrrry slowly to the grocery store and actually managed to find everything on list for the first time, well, ever. Came home, sat down to recuperate, and didn't move until 6:30, when the hunger finally kicked in. Currently thinking of taking a small nap to tide me over until bedtime.

Have obviously blown all pronouns out of brain along with snot. Oops.