Ok, once for everybody:
I spent Friday at Java’s place in East Harlem. I showed up in a bad mood and super tired, which was weird because I’ve been an insomniac of late. Saturday Morning, we woke up and the movers very swiftly took all Java’s stuff to her new apartment in Crown Heights. My nose was running non-stop, I took the subway for an hour with my head tilted back, listening to political chat podcasts.
I saw Java’s amazing new place, apologized profusely, robbed her of kleenex and went home to nap. I woke up from said nap unable to breathe through my nose with a low-grade fever bouncing between 99 and 100. I continued to nap and medicate myself, was not well enough to attend Ryan Grim ‘s birthday.
Woke up Sunday, still feeling horrible. Did not leave the house, DayQuil’d myself up to try and meet Java’s cousin, but that ended up making me super confused and disoriented. Slept for 14 hours.
Woke up today: nose clogged, no fever. Frantically trying to do all the work I missed so I can stay on deadline. Nose still leaking, also severely chapped and painful. But I can talk and think and I’m considering DayQuiling myself again to go into work, but that might backfire.