8.20.02 I'm sick

Wish I had a lot to tell you this week, but I really don't. Not too much has happened in my life beside that the time period between Friday and Monday seemed to be a blur.

It actually all started on Friday morning when I woke for work. I knew that things just didn’t feel right. Before you know it, I’m dragging myself through the day and when I finally got home that evening, I just went to bed. I've been laid up in bed with flu-like symptoms--seemingly stuck where since Friday, I could not seem to stay awake longer than four hours at a time. Often, I would wake in a feverish sweat only to roll over pushing the covers from myself, and then falling asleep again until I felt too cold, awoke to find the covers to pull them back onto myself again—this, coupled with nightmarish dreams of unsolvable puzzles that went on for eternity.

The periods that I was awake, I would have this nagging headache. To help pass the time, I kept the television constantly turned on so during my sleeping moments, I could be passively entertained. The television was tuned to that the E channel (The place of the fantasy pretty people world where everyone has god and goddess-like physiques and lead shallowly beautiful lives basking in sunshine and palm trees). Hey, it’s *my* mini-flu, *I* choose the channel. Yes, there are just so many pretty people on the boob tube.

So that was my weekend. How was yours?