Well. I had plans to finish Angles yesterday. Instead, I got puke-sick and spent most of the day in bed. For somebody who spent 18 out of the last 24 hours in bed, I’m oddly tired. Feeling a lot better, though. Ted and Shaun both had random instances of sickness in the last couple of weeks, and Shaun says people at his work have been dropping like flies with the flu, so I expect I got bit by a bug.

I have no idea if there will be writing today or not. I’m still feeling somewhat under the weather, although I’m *lots* better than yesterday. My whole body is sore, though. I’d kill for a massage.

I should get some breakfast. All I’ve had to eat since Saturday was half a bowl of oatmeal.