i'm still alive. barely.

I can't say that I've really survived the funk, but I was able to actually get out of bed this morning with only a minimum of moaning.

My head is still full of mucus and I've got a wicked Nyquil® hangover, but mostly I'm just really, really tired.

I am at work. I will do work type things today. I swear.

Secretly, I'll be amazed if I can remain sitting up all day without falling asleep at my desk. Don't tell my boss, and if I nod off please throw a stapler at my head.


dylan said...

I guess I won't invite you to the gym after work.

craptastic said...

yeah. prob'ly not a good idea yet. maybe tomorrow?