believe it or not
Going home early and resting up seems to have helped push back the flu-like symptoms I've had. No gym though, I didn't want to tax myself, nor did I want to lift less that I usually can and beat myself up about it. I picked up dinner, which included a perfectly cooked steak (it was soooo good, almost as tender as filet mignon), then had lemon ginger honey tea and watched Constantine with water_childe. My interrupted sleep occured again. I suspect now that my pillows are to blame. Both of them feel more like rolled up socks stuffed in a bag than actual pillows. The back of my neck feels like someone punched it. This mandates a stop in Porter Sq. to invest in a couple of awesome pillows. I wonder if I'd be better off in Downtown Crossing?