Stupid repressed immunoresponse.

I do believe I am sick again. Chills, fever, not breathing easily, a throat more raw than steak tartar. I'm really not okay with it.

If there's one thing I hate, it's being ill. There isn't much you can do about it in most cases — fluids, rest, etc. — and I hate not being able to react to an fix a situation, instead having to wait it out and trying to do everythng to make sure it doesn't get worse.

Hate, hate, hate.

The worst thing is that your brain gets fuzzy. You can't win an argument, even if you cared to, which you really don't because all you really want to do is not feel like crap anymore. And also, not have someone argue with you because that's really just making you feel more like dumb crap.

Maybe more coffee will help.