I slept for 13 hours last night.
I thought I had kicked it. There was a moment of mental clarity this afternoon, of revisiting energy.
And then it hit me again.
I just want to sit here. And stare into space. My bed is too far away to bother considering sleep.
I'm pretty sure it's a strain of mono that squeezes your head until you hate anything related to "doing." Because I crave nothing. A whole lotta nothing. Or it's the flu. In junior form.
Instead of Guinness tomorrow, I should raise a glass of green Triaminic.*
*Green Triaminic is the vile liquid that incited a rather violent outburst by a 5-year-old Nadine once upon a time. Sorry, Mom, for kicking and screaming. I couldn't help it. I'm pretty sure turpentine tastes better.
Oh, and according to the Triaminic website, I should be staying home from school. Good to know.