Yucky

I am sick. I don't like being sick. Mike thinks it's because I was pushing myself too hard and got tired. I think it's cause so many people all around me are sick. Either way, I don't like it. I spent most of the day today just sitting around, being quiet, reading my book or crocheting. It was nice to have a calm day, that's for sure, I just wish I could have enjoyed it more. I took a really long, really really hot bath, that was nice cause I could actually breathe. I'm drinking so much water it almost hurts to have more, my tummy is all full. Tea just dries me out even more, and I'm really getting tired of apple fun (my housemates went apple picking and came back with 80+ pounds of apples which they then made into a wide assortment of home-made goodies). I just plain don't like being slowed down, is all. Having to deal with myself in a way other than simply throwing myself into everything is really hard. It makes me ache to not do a million things. Ah well, the curse of the busy is to have nothing to do. Back to life tomorrow, sick or not. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....