I woke up feeling actually pretty good this morning; so much so (and so early) that I kept looking at the clock to make sure I was actually awake.
Then I felt a weird feeling in my throat and leaned over and spat blood. Needless to say, I was pretty sick all of today. But I had to purify protein and damnit I don't skip work for a cold. But it turns out the guy who gave me this cold decided to not show up or call, or do his part of the work. So I had to do all of that today too. I left early at around 3:45 because I could not even think straight, and went home. I contemplated whether I actually had strep because my throat was so gnarly, but I couldn't find anything in the back of my throat. I'm just hacking up lungs, I reckon, until I zonk out. blargh/sputter/glop.