I particularly despise colds, to be precise. There is no reason why I should feel this miserable and have this little energy. It is a COLD FFS. My immune system defends me against millions of cancerous cells and shit, but the common cold is too difficult?
Thankfully, there is light at the end of the sick tunnel. We have food in the crockpot for dinner, the house is clutter free, and I have clean laundry to fold. Granted it took the threat of people coming over to get me to clean, but it still got done to a reasonable degree. I shall leave the rest for tomorrow, no need to push myself too hard just yet.
Have I mentioned I hate being sick?