Life's steam truck?

Ugh. I feel like I was hit by a steam truck. For some reason, last night, I got entirely hot and although a nice bath helped, it didn't produce any lasting effects. So, I just went to bed. A night of feverish dreams is all that I found. As interesting as those dreams were, it made it so that I got little real sleep, but stayed in bed for an incredibly long time. Today was little better, although at some point in the night my fever did seem to break for the most part. All that was left today seemed to be the lethargy and soreness, of course there was plenty of that to go around. Sadly, this feeling kept me from accomplishing much today, which I greatly regret.

I am not a guy who gets sick very often, but when I finally do, it hits me hard and mercilessly. It drives me nuts that I can't seem to get anything done when it happens. I tried to work on a paper, listen to some lectures, and get some sheets done for work, but to no avail. I simply could not focus on what I was trying to do, and as such, I am greatly agitated. This may in fact be part of why I am writing about how I physically feel- because I can't seem to form any respectable or coherent thoughts that might interest you.

I sometimes wonder if instances like this are my body's way of forcing me to slow down. Thinking back on all the things that I had intended to do today kind of makes me realize how much I cram into a day, and if it happens to drain my energy or make me sleep a little less, I don't really mind. It kind of makes sense that I would only be able to do this for so long. Despite how much I like breaking the rules, there is only so much that I can get away with, so in that sense, I can understand why my body would have to force me to take a breather. Lord knows I am not likely to do it on my own.

Well, I am sure that you are bored out of your mind by now, and I would hate for you to lose interest, so I will leave you with that for now. Take care.