Languid
I'm still not feeling good, though I'm not feeling as bad as I was or at lest I think I'm feeling better. I came to work never the less and I've had mixed feelings as to the wisdom of that decision, but then I don't think I have enough sick time to take any more days off. Not to mention I feel guilty for missing work for a multitude of reasons.
Yesterday was spent sleeping for the most part. I replayed Return of the King with the first audio commentary turned on and I slept through all but just the first parts. I tried turning it off for awhile, but then I couldn't sleep, even though the voices would wake me up eventually…kind of weird. Sometime in the afternoon I decided to watch my Netflix that finally came in. I must have broken out of my Buffy and Angel groove, because I wasn't near as excited to watch the two discs that Netflix had brought me. I watched them anyway, enjoyed them, but some of the past joy just wasn't there. Being sick, however, has made me generally disinterested in almost everything, so I'm sure I'll go back to being a vapid fan boy again, once I'm healed up.
Everything is annoying me today and I don't want to work. Fortunately I've made it through most of the morning with relatively easy work orders and taking care of stuff that allows me to sit at my desk. I feel bad since my coworkers are out slugging away at updating the Oracle clients, but they should have been done and it's their own fault they didn't do it right the first time, so my guilt is half-assed.
I need to get back to the gym, I feel awful and not just because of being sick, but I'm thinking I'd better take it easy until I feel closer to 100%...I just don't know…ick.