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whoa
Woke up this morning feeling like I'd been -- well, I was going to say 'hit by a truck' but that implies actual pain of some kind, so we'll go with 'drained by a vampire'. So far today has been an exciting combination of eating scones baked by one of my mother's patients, and collapsing periodically onto the nearest soft horizontal surface because my limbs are made of cooked pasta or something, ugh, and reading books.
My brain, however, is threatening pastafication also, so I've had to pause in both Neal Stephenson's Anathem (which requires serious concentration) and Glen Duncan's Death of an Ordinary Man (which requires resilience) and ... I think it's Discworld reread time. I've almost forgotten how it feels to read something that isn't a mental workout of some form or other.
Anyway, the problem is probably something viral and Mostly Harmless. I prescribe myself a lot of tea, and sleeping 75% of the hours in the day.
My brain, however, is threatening pastafication also, so I've had to pause in both Neal Stephenson's Anathem (which requires serious concentration) and Glen Duncan's Death of an Ordinary Man (which requires resilience) and ... I think it's Discworld reread time. I've almost forgotten how it feels to read something that isn't a mental workout of some form or other.
Anyway, the problem is probably something viral and Mostly Harmless. I prescribe myself a lot of tea, and sleeping 75% of the hours in the day.