I got up this morning and everything was fine. I mean, I was underprepared for the quiz I had, but I didn’t feel remarkably bad.
About 30 minutes into the quiz, I started to feel ill. Sad stomach, migraine halo, blah blah blah. I powered through for another hour, but eventually had to give up and call it a day.
I came home and napped for 3 hours, after which I felt a little better. I’m still not 100%, but better.
During my nap, I dreamed in novel form. By that, I mean that the things that happened in the dream happened like they were written. It was odd.
I don’t have much else to say. It’s been a quiet week. Perhaps tomorrow I will be interesting. Perhaps.