satyrica

having filled sunday with various comfort activities (consumption of beef consome, screenings of My Own Private Idaho) I discovered my boss was also not feeling too great & since we were the only ones due in yesterday & *somebody* needed to be there, we entered into a pact of mutually assured destruction to dose ourselves to the eyeballs and both go in. This seemeed to work pretty well and as the day wore on my fluiness seemed to dissipate in favour of just being a bit spaced out. Returning to the House of Plague changed all that, however, and I descended rapidly back into waves of sweating feverishly, bone-chilling cold and lethargic exhaustion (all combined with a total lack of appetite) which have not since abated. Suffice to say, today I am not in work & a in the midst of the unlikely experience of it being midday on a weekday & there being five of us, in vastly different states of perkiness, mooching around the flat.