I woke up yesterday feeling dreadful. Basically, everything above my shoulders that could hurt, did. Even my teeth, which was less than fun. I called my office to let them know that I wouldn't be in, then crawled back into bed. An hour later, I was still awake and I was uncomfortable and not feeling sleepy, so I got out of bed.
I spent the day watching awful TV, reading a book and a half, noodling around on the internet. I was bored out of my mind and miserable and really lonely. I decided to medicate myself and go to open mic for a little while, just to get out of the house and see my people.
I was glad I went, because many good people were there, and it was Sally's last day and Phil's last open mic. There was funny and there was food and I enjoyed myself. I started trying to leave at 10:00, because the ill was coming back and I was getting irritable. But circumstance combined with circumstance, and I didn't get to leave for over an hour. And even then, I basically had to wave goodbye to Sharif, as Dan's set was starting. I'd have loved to have stayed to listen, but it just couldn't be done.
I promise that next week I will be in a better mood, and in better health, and I will stay much later. Next Tuesday is my birthday! So everyone should be there!