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we will pretend that I am not swamped/overwhelmed/mildly fucked, okay? yeah.

( but in case you were wondering.. )

I didn't really mean this to happen, it's just whatever death I had first week came back. I intended, for example, to wake up early on Sunday and start working, but this plan was ruined by me lying in bed feverish, dizzy, and unable to swallow all morning. (Not that this changed, but I had to get up eventually -- almost passed out in the shower.) Add to this the wonderful joys of what must be either stress or stomach flu. Yeah.

Not really an excuse for today though, I did get up early, I just wasn't productive.

whatever. ugh, I don't know. this blows and I no longer wish to be in possession of tonsils.

in better news, I woke up this morning and everything was covered in 1/4" of ice and it's beautiful.
in not-so-better news, this includes my car.