Oh yeah. It was a historic day, wasn't it? (Nov. 22, 1963) Well, yesterday was. Today is a new day. It only just flashed back in my mind because I'm flipping channels and JFK is on.
They barely mentioned it on the news earlier. Of course, I only woke up in just enough time to catch the news. I took a nap that lasted less than 90 minutes initially. Luckily, there was a part two that tacked on another two hours.
So I got some rest. I wish I could say I felt a whole lot better. The nap, combined with feeling lousy, probably account for why I'm even still awake. (Could also be all the hot tea I've been swilling, because it seems to be the one thing that, albeit temporarily, makes me feel any better.)
I should be doing something constructive as long as I'm awake, but I just can't muster the strength. Even my genetically stubborn constitution fails me on this one. I suck at being sick.
So I guess I'll just give in. (Write this down, folks. I rarely give in to anything.) Just plain ole throw my arms up in the air, wave a white flag, and go to bed. Again.