Well, I am actually sick.
After days and days of feeling tired, achy, listless, lethargic and just a general malaise (the other day I had to stop in the middle of peeling an orange and rest and take deep breaths -- even for a lazy lout like me, this is not normal), I now have real symptoms.
So I guess I feel a little less lazy, and I have hope that what I thought was depression was actually a physical thing that will pass with this illness.
I spent a lot of time in bed today, dozing, reading Revelation and running to the bathroom.
There was going to be a point to this post, but Jon is playing some sort of rousing band song on youtube on my computer downstairs, and my poor fragile thoughts are shattered by it. I totally forgot what I was going to write about.
So today will be stream of consciousness or nothing. Probably safer to go with nothing and end here.