I can sort of feel sick coming on.
You know that general "I feel like crap" and you feel just kind of run down and achy?
Yeah.
I have it.
I don't know if I have a fever because I can't find my thermometer. It may still be boxed up from the move.
All I know is this better go away before tomorrow because I've got WVU's Homecoming to take by storm and some Mountaineer Rally to make for the masses.
I'm going to be optimistic and say that it's just the stress of the last four weeks coming down. It was about four weeks ago that my world sort of upended. And I'm doing OK, I really am. I'm doing great, even. I'm just tired. Even if you're sleeping, stress can wreak havoc on you. It's been a very stressful four weeks.
I need a vacation. A real one this time. That's likely going to come in November if I can make it to Sandy Eggo. :) (Or Sahn Dieahgo, for my fellow Ron Burgundy fans.)
But in happier news, Philip is coming over tonight to watch my Man TV. Maybe a little Rutgers upset? He's bringing pizza, which means despite my desire to curl up under this blanket for another hour or so, I need to go to Pilates class and do pre-emptive damage control.
Go white blood cells! I am NOT going to be sick for Homecoming.
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mmm. hungry man pizza. meatsa meatsa.
And let me tell you, the meatsa was good as breakfast, too.
I won't need to eat again until I get to Morgantown tonight!
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