Tuesday, January 19, 2016


I feel like stale, fermented shit. Shit that's turning into compost. I had really hoped to keep this cold at bay, limit it to a nose thing. Unfortunately, I had a coughing, well, throat-sneezing, fit on the drive home yesterday (pushing into danger territory), another at 1 am, one walking across the living room on the way to breakfast, and another at work.

I am now eating cough drops. I hate them. And they're tiny sugar bombs, which is worse.

Eating yesterday included eggs and sausage, an apple and cheese, shrimp on salad, and a chocolate. Maybe some cashews. As a result of this very short list, I lost a whopping 0.4 pounds. 158.8 this morning.

Thinking back, I was uber-exhausted 3-4 days driving home, prior to getting sick. I think it's possible that, once we got through the luncheon, I collapsed a bit. I really hope that there's not another collapse coming once we get through next week. I really really wish we were leaving earlier on Sunday, maybe only doing the Captain's coffee. That would at least give me a tiny bit of down time before having to go to bed. But I don't think it's going to happen. In fact, there's a very real possibility that we'll still be in NOLA at 7 pm. Which sucks.

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