spastic hell printer must die

sickness unto boredom

It's been over a week. Part of that is my intense slackarity. The other part is illness. I hate it. A lot. "It's just a cold." I have to keep saying that, but it seems a gross misnomer to me, mostly due to the sweating and fact that my head feels likely to simply detach and float away. But it's just a cold. So of course I have to work. I took monday off, and slept, all day. Which sleeping of course made tuesday more difficult. Tuesday morning found me in a DayQuil induced haze trying to correct all the work that was done in my absence on monday. It also involved angry calls from many people who found some mistakes before I got to them. But now it's wednesday and all my work is done. It's 11:13 am according to my computer and I will have to continue to sit here for another seven hours while my body slowly burns up from the inside until I am reduced to a pile of professional administrative ashes smelling faintly of metho-lyptus.
Granted, there are a few other factors contributing to the mood. When I get sick I suddenly feel like it will greatly improve my immediate health if I stop doing all the terrible things that I do to my body on a regular basis. So I have not smoked cigarette one, nor set foot one in any bar, nor drank a single cup of caffeinated goodness. Cold-turkey withdrawal from three vices at once with a simultaneous cold is not something that I would recommend to anyone with more resposibilities than, say, a four year old.
When this day is over I'm going home and crawling into bed and I absolutely refuse to do anything even remotely productive. Except maybe shower. But that's it.
It's pretty likely I'll be posting again once the second dose of DayQuil kicks in, unless it does that funny vision thing again. Grrrrr......