Coming Back to Life

Well, after seven days of complete submersion in the nastiest sickness that has plagued me in years, I'm starting to feel a little better. Yesterday I could taste food, sit up without feeling dizy, and I could go for five minutes without coughing something up. Now I'm looking around and realizing that my apartment has become a nest of sickness and a total wreck and I have no clean laundry, plus payday isn't until tomorrow, so I don't have money to do the laundry. Crap. So that is the update on the quarantined one. I'm sure I will be emerging socially within the week, such as by Rachel's birthday party this friday. Right now alcohol sounds like puke, so I might not be a super hard-core partier with tequilla in tow.