I am sick as a dog. Not my dog, who seems to be in perfect health and spent the night howling at me, but some dog, somewhere.

My chest congestion is the god awful kind that feels like my lungs are being scraped by white-hot knives every time I cough. My throat is sore. My head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. Even my jaw hurts. I have a fever and can’t decide if my house is too hot or too cold. I’m cold and I’m sweaty.

The worst part of being a new employee might just be the lack of accrued paid time off. Like sick days. I was at work for 9 hours today. I will be there almost as long tomorrow no matter what state I awaken to. God I hope it’s a better one.

My headache has gotten so bad the light from the computer screen is too much for me.

I want soup. Not the kind I go out and buy, bring home, and heat up for myself, but the kind that arrives piping hot on my doorstep in the hands of someone who loves me and has come to take care of me for a couple hours. Or half a day.

I had a bowl of cereal for dinner tonight. I just didn’t have it in me to stop at the store.