As you may have noticed, I was not at work yesterday.
Lest you imagine I was enjoying a day at home, watching television, playing video games and reading, I must correct this misapprehension with the truth: I was being miserable at home, watching television, playing video games and sleeping.
It was not fun. It was very, very boring.
I started playing two new facebook games (a zoo one and an aquarium one), neither of which were nearly amusing enough, and I was too tired and grumpy to do anything constructive for the majority of the day. I slept for 13 hours and laid around like a sicky, worn-out bum, wishing I had the book that was waiting for me at the library or at least a movie I hadn’t seen yet. No such luck.
Toward the end of the evening things started to perk up, and I woke up enough to do a couple of loads of laundry and a load of dishes, and then checked over the website.
But for the most part, the day was a complete blarrrrrrrgh, which is what happens when you get one of those 24-hour bugs we used to call "the flu." Now we call the flu the flu, and we call these 24-hour-stomach bugs… well, we call them unpleasant, is what we call them. Other than that, I don’t know.
But the three-letter F word will certainly always make me think of the stomach bug first and the actual influenza second.