But seriously. I'm so unimpressed. I also know why it happened. I've been very stressed about When Worlds Collide, about the amount of money I've spent and will have to spend (and whether or not I actually have that money) on it. I've been incredibly stressed about the pitching I will be doing there, about how I'm going to feed myself while I'm there.
The idea of being in a new place surrounded by strangers is very vexing. I know it seems stupid, particularly since there will be people I know there so I won't actually be stranded in a new land with new people, but anxiety isn't logical.
Then there's the weather. It's been so hot I've had heat stroke this summer (a privilege that was once reserved for Australia), and then it's been cool, and then scorching again, then cooled off, and now it's back to scorching. I cannot sleep well when it's hot, so lack of sleep has played its part. Also playing its part is the work air-conditioning, which is set so high I am always wrapped in jumpers (sweaters for you North American folk)... and I deal with cold well. In and out of the air-conditioning, the heat waves that come and go...
It's all worn down my immune system.
Yesterday, I got a sudden, really painful sore throat. It only lasted for a few hours (but was really painful). This morning, I woke up exhausted and miserable, with a fever. Also, my lungs aren't working well. I took the bus into work this morning because after a block of walking, I started to feel like I was breathing water.
So... this is a good time to get sick, obviously. I'm so thrilled about it.
Anyway, I'm done complaining about my lot now. I'm going to schedule tomorrow's blog post, make sure I have all my documents ready for the pitching session, and then try to meditate this illness away.