Dear Tumblr,

I slept through the night last night thanks to some 5-year old melatonin pills Katie gave me, and I woke up feeling 98.7% better. And a whopping 4.5 pounds lighter! Thanks, throat crabs!

And thanks to you, Tumblrs, for all your support and pity during my convalescence. I am a pathetic and whingey sick person, and I truly appreciate that you stuck by me through my pathetic whinging.

Now, I am going to eat 15 kolaches.

Fuck yeah, army ants!

For the last six months or so, only one of the speakers in our car has been working. Today, I finally relented and took it in to the car stereo shop in our neighborhood to have it repaired.  I explained the problem, and took the technician out to the car to demonstrate.  When I turned on the car, all 8 speakers leapt to life in perfect harmony.

Thanks for making me look like an asshole, Volkswagen.

Good news, Tumblr!

I am starting to feel better!   Last night, I only woke up like 10 times with crazy feverish thoughts about how the only way I was going to be comfortable was if I squeezed my hands together really hard.  This is way down from the previous  nights tally.

And even better news!  This little bout of illness has caused me to lose 2 pounds!  If I can just stay sick for another 4 or 5 days, I will be at my fighting weight for SXSW!

Still sick, Tumblr.

Determined to get some work done today, but I can only sit upright for a few minutes at a time.

Still, managed to push out a release of bug fixes to a site I’m building.

Katie is treating me like a big baby, which is exactly what I need.

Yesterday, I watched the first two seasons of Primeval, a BBC show about monsters from the past and future invading modern day London.  It is awesome!

Today, I will watch season 3!

I could take a day off every now and then and NOT be sick.

Hi Tumblr,

I am sick!  It sucks a whole lot.  My head feels like it is stuffed with cheese and I have a painful cough, and I can’t figure out how to get anything done.

I feel especially bad because I have a ton of work to do.  Being self-employed makes it extra hard to take a sick day.  Here I am, sitting in front of a computer, but I just can’t make my fingers write the code they need to write.

As a result of my intense work schedule and this new ickyness in my brain, I spent last night tossing and turning with visions of failed form validation taunting me!  It was horrible.  I hate dreaming about technology. It makes me feel like a super loser.

I can barely get this post written, my brain aches so much.

I don’t know how I’m going to make it through SXSW.

PITY ME, TUMBLR.