A Mighty Fine Life

So the giant project I alluded to last night did not get finished. This is because my other, more immediate project--redesigning our weekly e-mail--was more important, as we wanted to use it for today's e-mail. Aaaaand it broke totally in gmail. I still don't know why, but was able to fix it. Took a few hours. The rest of the time I spent staring at the wall. Then I went home.

I feel gross. Physically exhausted, like, completely sore all over. Why? Who knows? I'm stuffed up and my head hurts. And I can't do anything because looking at both the computer and the TV makes my head worse (yeah, I'm heading off the computer after I finish whining), and reading printed text makes me dizzy. So more staring at the wall is on the schedule.

I don't want to miss work tomorrow, but unless I wake up feeling much better, I probably will. And I'm worried about how much I'm going to sleep tonight, seeing as how I napped for four hours. So perhaps it will be staring at the ceiling instead of the wall.

Basically, what I'm saying is, whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.