We are having family night tonight.
Which was sufficient distraction, as we watched It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. Well, I half-watched it, half-watched the rerun of the league stream covering matches I wasn't awake for. Butyeah. About the sickness: I woke up with it, tried sleeping more...and more...and more...and it didn't go away and eventually I just realized it wasn't going away so I might as well get up.
And it's still here, now.
I am sick.
Silver lining: my dreams last night were the best dreams I've had in a long time. Almost a full 12 hours later, I've since forgotten them and that's a shame because I know that they involved some sort of epic adventure (I vaguely seem to recall a dream about a two guys one girl trio where they started as ordinary three individuals, but became badasses, and yet somewhere along the line the guys got separated from the girl, where the guys kept fighting but the girl was forced into nobility life and when reuniting was disappointed that she'd fallen behind in badassery, but the guys felt that she just kept up in her own way because she was an utter badass in the royal court or something of that sort and the guys ended up officially being her bodyguards but her being badass enough to not really need bodyguards), but the details beyond that elude me.
God I hate how I feel so inadequate in these blogs.