A Time to Whine?

I dearly hope that this is just a result of the weather, because the alternative wouldn't be a good one, and it has been very humid here these past days. I feel like someone's sitting on my chest, my throat is raw, my head feels woozy and woolly, my energy is nothing to speak of, and as far as I can tell, I should be doing mindless tasks today because my mind's in first gear. I can see myself going to sleep right now, lying on a cool linen sheet...


... it's a good thing tomorrow is Friday.

This, that, and the other - a funny phrase, innit?

Went home early - in fact, I was sent home by both idahoswede and BossLady. Came home, took a shower, laid down face-down in bed (don't want to get wet hair on the pillow), and slept till about just now. When I woke up, my left arm was all pins and needles, it was raining (into my bedroom; these windows are so badly designed...), I had pretty much lost my voice, but my bedroom had acquired three spiders of the bigger kind who appeared to want to make themselves at home in the nook above my bed. No way. I forcibly evicted them from life. Sorry.

(NB, how can I say that I respect all life when I cannot help but smash spiders? I can't even bring myself to directly touch them or their remains. I wonder what would happen if I ever met a spider-like intelligent alien life-form. Set phasers to smash!)

It seems to have cooled down, which is good because otherwise, drinking tea and hot lemon isn't too nice. I am pretty sure I don't have the flu, but I have a flu, or possibly a cold (are these terms interchangeable in common parlance?). Fantastic.

Going to have a little snack, some more tea, and then I'm back to bed with my podcasts until I fall asleep again. I'm going to set the alarm for the usual time tomorrow, though, in the hopes that things will be better.