I'm feeling a little better today. In fact, as long as I don't move, breathe or swallow, I feel just peachy.

Thank God for cold medecine. At least I can kind of function.

Kind of.

Tonight is the final match of the rugby world cup. One of the guys on our team is hosting a party to watch it. I really want to go. But I really need to sleep. Choices, choices.

I also have to pack. And clean out the fridge. And do all the crap I've been putting off around the house and at work.

Too much to do, too little time.