“I don’t feel the sickness yet but it’s in the mail, that’s for sure.”

Okay, that’s Mark Renton from Trainspotting and he’s talking about heroin withdrawal but it’s still apt. My throat is kind of sore and I have a little bit of a cough. The sickness is coming.

That featured image? That’s from a few days ago, when the sickness was probably incubating and I thought that I was fine.

My girlfriend has been sick for days. So, I know what’s coming and it’s rough. When she started feeling bad she said, “I hope I don’t get you sick.” I decided to tempt the fates. “Eh, I’ve probably already been exposed to whatever you have.” I just figured that my immune system was just better equipped to deal with whatever she was getting.

Then yesterday, I started feeling that sort of beginning of a sore throat where it’s in your nostrils. You get that right? That’s a thing? Just me? Today, the throat went to full on scratchy. And now, at the end of the day, at the end of the week, the achiness has started. It’s the achiness that does it, really. That vague full body symptom that lets you know that you’re sick. You can leave the house with a sore throat or a cough but the achiness lets you know that you’re not going anywhere, friend.

Tomorrow’s Saturday. I can sleep.

You know what else I’m sick of? My writing. I feel like I’ve been boring lately and I’m sorry. I’m starting to get sick of writing in detail about my boring little life. Well, that’s not true. I’m perfectly fine with writing in detail about my boring little life, I’ve just felt my ideas circling the drain lately and I feel like I’ll lose readers who used to enjoy what I wrote when I only did it once every few weeks.

I should be writing about world events and things of consequence, right? The only problem is I feel out of my depth with that stuff. I’d rather let experts write about those things, so I can learn. I also enjoy the self-appointed experts falling on the internet grenade of ill-informed opinion.

I’m probably repeating myself with my concerns over writing. I’m probably repeating myself by saying that I’m repeating myself. I’m getting sick of that, too.

It’s almost midnight. I’m sick, I’m tired, and I’m sick and tired.

I’ll be drinking fluids and watching Netflix.