The swollen glands are back and I am feeling run down all over again. Fuck.
I took a tiny ten-minute nap at work this morning, even after drinking my black tea, which usually wakes me up. Times ten. I couldn't finish my lunch. Another tell-tale sign. Did I say fuck already?
I have literally no extra time to fuck around or get sick. I have a deadline for my project and it's approaching awfully fast. I am, therefore, anti-social. Which I abhor. Greatly.
This weekend is also full of YFU activities, which I will probably be unable to do. Well, Saturday is essential because I'm the only person who will be at the orientation who knows what they're doing. Sunday, however, we'll have to see. I guess this week will be crucial.
And a certain someone, who is totally not talking to me outside of work, is really getting on my nerves. We're friends. We get along. And yet it's awkward talking to him at work, probably because he feels uncomfortable talking to me at work. I roll my eyes at you Mi. Big time.
I cannot break down. I will get my shit done. I will not snap at Mi.