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It appears I have a headcold. It appears I'm sick again. I disapprove in the strongest terms.

Didn't get nearly as much cleaning or spinning done yesterday as I wanted. Did spend a good chunk of the time curled up in a nest of blankets either on the couch or upstairs in bed. And now I'm at work and my eyeballs feel like frying eggs in a skillet and I want to go back to bed. I just might, if I can get things done quickly enough, leave early. This is bollocks. I can't hold focus on any damn thing and I just want to go back to sleep. One word at a time is getting me a writing speed like molasses. And pulling things out of my brain is like trying to fish for keys in porridge.

Today is a day of not Irishing, maybe not any languages at all, but filing and writing out some things I really should have finished ages ago. Like my Deli counter story oops. I mean, I've got a good chunk started on it but I really, really need to just get that done and off. We're not talking about the sheer size of the ego I'm banking on here to do that.

I need a nap. I need a lot of naps. And something hot to eat.