Fascinating thing (note: not really) happened this morning; I got up and went to work, feeling fine other than being a little later than I wanted to be.  Got hit with a mild coughing fit while walking to my classroom and talking with another teacher and commiserated with him about how the coughing was just bad enough to be annoying but not enough of a deal that I’d bother seeing a doctor or missing work because of it.  Both of us joked about how it would be better if it was.

Twenty minutes later, I let my co-teacher handle Success while I went to the men’s room.  Where I, more or less completely without warning, got sick and threw up.  Which: fun!  So now I’m home, having spent most of the morning and early afternoon sleeping and occasionally reading something.  I’m in that lovely place– I think I’ve discussed it here before– where I’m sick for approximately two minutes out of every hour but during that hour I feel like absolute hell.

So yeah.  That’s my day so far.  Managing Twitter is about as complicated as my life has gotten.  I probably ought to think about going back to work tomorrow; then again, I was fine with going to work this morning and look at what happened.  Stupid body.