I am sick. Grr. Ironically, I'd already taken today off, planning to have a nice relaxing day on my own. Instead, I get to lie around with a sore throat, feeling like I've been run over by a truck. I've felt vaguely run over all week, though, so it's almost nice to have an explanation. I've been half expecting to get sick anyway, with all the stress and anxiety and sleep deprivation and stuff. I've had a lot of obligations this month, and I kept thinking, "I hope nothing stops me from doing x." Nothing did. But now the calendar's clear for a while, and I've got time to be sick, so apparently my body said, "Geez, finally" and went for it, barely 24 hours after I finished the last thing that really needed to be done. I just slept for eleven hours, and my highest ambition is to go back to sleep.