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Idiot. I'm sitting here in a WAH status pouring through a horrible EEO case and ... I'm not doing well. So I'm beating myself up for being tired for no reason, lacking focus, wanting to snack, game, email, anything but work...when I remember that I'm sick. Oh yeah.

Just because I can sit up for over an hour at a time and the puffer-fish is no longer swelling up in my nasal cavities does not mean I'm 100%. Next I'll be thinking that the pseudophedrine is no reason not to visit the gym. Dumb. Not-horribly-sick isn't the same thing as well. Sit down, lay down, take the time off if you need to you idiot.

History Channel therapy

Oh this is the worst part. I'm not sick enough to be very tired, sick of tv, no interest in games...oh no. Appetite has returned, energy feels like it has returned until I sit for long. Fuckers. Windows open, music playing...and the urge to be alive returns. I want to lift, I want to run, I want to fight, I want to fuck, I want to DO things. I feel like I'm capable of DOING THINGS and there are THINGS BEING DONE out there but I'm in here. In here with my book, with my work, with my back sore from coughing, with my dizzy head, with my FUCK weak self that feels fine when I lie down but spinny if I stand up.

I feel fine if I sit down, but when I stand, things spin around...

I know, I'll change my default icon. That'll work.

Po-po-poetry, poetry, that'll work.
Come sweet slumber enshroud me in thy purple cloack...
Hmph. Doesn't even rhyme.