I’ve been sick since Friday night. I missed out on going to Deadpool and sushi because breathing feels like the hardest thing I’ve had to do. Ever. Including anything that I did for my race. Sad but true. I have so much Nyquil in my system I’m surprised I’m still able to keep myself up right, much less understand that red squiggle lines mean that I’ve typed something wrong.

I’m giving myself points for going back and correcting those typos.

Just felt like I should write something since I haven’t for a while. Not like there’s much to say. I feel like death. Not even warmed over. Just death. A stuffy, tired, grumpy pile of death that can’t breathe.

On the plus side I did finish my homework and got that submitted on time so my class is done for the month. Huzzah.

I had an amazing workout on Friday but haven’t done anything since then. I’m using the Nike Training Club app. Will write more about that when I’m less drugged up.

I’m hoping I feel better tomorrow since I’m supposed to have work. If I’m not better I’m not going in. Whatever this thing is, it sucks. Don’t catch it. Avoid anyone who has it like the plague because that’s what it feels like.

Happy Valentines Day. I’m going to be over here in quarantine, not sharing the love.