When viruses attack! Tonight, on HBO!
(As an aside, I have noticed recently that when I am tired, sick, or otherwise brain-frazzled I have been defaulting to American terms, phrases and behaviour patterns. Like my desire to eat clarified pork-fat on rye bread with a side of pickled herrings, all I can blame this on is genetic memory.)
bishi_wannabe had his Siderials game last night, and I must admit I feel sorry for the other two players having to put up with me. I mean, there I was, wrapped so resolutely in a big fluffy blanket that at times only various parts of my head were visible, sipping tea like a tea zombie, and making absolutely no sense. Fever raged, so did poor humour.
Today I am still feverish, I feel head-fuddled with illness, my muscles feel as though I've been doing the Hustle all night long, and I've sniffling like an English school child. But, alas, I've got an over-full day of work today. Too much work. I'm hoping that pity will be taken on me here and some brave soul will take responcibility for the assay that I am supposed to be doing, which I have never done before nor seen a protocol for, and apparently takes all day to do. COmbined with the other work I have.
Man, it sucks being a PhD student. I want my immune system back.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to samba with the visuses that are lurching through my body with the grace of hippos in tutus.