It hit me like a ninja attack. This stupid cold that started out like any allergy attack has made me feel weak. I hate that feeling. I’m entirely marinated in my own sweat although I shower like someone with OCD. I should rest today so that I can get to my plans tomorrow. They’re awesome and I thought I’d wait until there is an outcome of them before I reveal something. I need to get things done. Do I qualify as a work-o-holic now?
//c_Cae; I’m sick in so many ways!