Second sick day in a row. Man, I can't remember the last time that happened. I feel like something's run me over with a truck. This morning, I could barely open my eyes-- my entire face felt puffy and my sinuses felt packed with pressure. I called Sara sounding like a straight-up space cadet amateur tranny. I didn't get up until after 1pm. I probably would have sucked it up and went in were I not moderately sure that I'm probably contagious. If I got Sara sick a week before her wedding, I'd feel like total ASS. That and I'm pretty disoriented, so I'm not really clear on what I could get done even if I did go in.

I feel slightly better after ibuprofen and waffles, but am still lightheaded and having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I checked the mail, and my Fantasy Bath stuff came in, so I'm about to go have a long, hot soak in ginger and lemon so I can inhale some steam.

Ergh, man. Just-- boo to being sick. I can't even enjoy my sick day. I can't focus on anything for more than five minutes at a time, so that rules out reading and beadwork. I just feel so useless and broken.