I'm home, tucked under a blanket and typing this one handed. You've guessed it, I'm sick. I've got tonsillitis (thanks to one of the kids) and came home from Ireland early. I like children I really do but I tend to forget that they carry plague. I don't think I've been this ill since I was a child and I don't have my mum to fuss over me. E does and excellent job but he's got a touch of cold too so its not fair to abuse him.
Yesterday at 5am I stumbled in the dark with the intention of going to work, the door handle and my shaky balance defeated me before I made it to the bathroom. When I made it to the bathroom I almost scremed, not it wasn't a gross zombie in the mirror it was me, yes I look and feel like the living dead. I think I'll wait for strength to return to me legs, hopefully around the same time I get my hearing, sense of smell, taste buds, appetite and the ability to breath. I have deadlines, I really should be at work.
I'm a little drugged up so forgive me if I fail to make sense at any point. I'm having a hard time figuring out when I'm awake or asleep, though it seems like I'm not on Voyager at the moment so its a safe bet I'm awake.
As if this work couldn't get any worse, my dad had a minor car accident yesterday, some guy drove into the side of his car, he's OK, but not to happy.
Worst of all, Jay died.
Jay was our pet Gerbil, he hung in there after we lost Silent Bob. He kept his funny personality and stole many raisins and I know he was getting ill towards the end but I'll miss him.