I am sick. Wicked sick. I’ve been sick for three days now, but it’s finally kicked my ass. Partly because—whether due to fever, coughing, whatever—I’m not sleeping. I’m accustomed to lying in bed for at least an hour before I fall asleep. I’m not accustomed to being awake fifty minutes of every hour after that. And I cannot get warm enough.
The worst part is my throat. It’s so freakin’ sore I can barely swallow my iced coffee. That’s just totally unacceptable.
So today I’m going to putz around with cover requests and trying to answer some emails that built up on me while I was trying to pretend I wasn’t getting sick.