Went out on Friday, and ended up going home early because I wasn’t feeling so hot. When I woke up the next day, I was aching all over. To top it off, they asked me to work this weekend. At least I can work from home, right? After I got my work done, I spent what little was left of the day feeling like shit, watching movies and falling asleep. When I woke up I did it all over again. Sunday was more of the same. I kinda wanted to go to the Taste of the Danforth, but I was too weak to walk around too much and stomach is constantly upset.

Most of the time, I prefer to live alone. This is one of the rare occasions I think it’d be nice if someone else were around to feed me vegetarian chicken soup.