It’s Sunday night.
Boston is currently a plague zone with three quarters of the population infected with a mystery flu.
I never get a flu shot.
My partner in crime was lain out for four days with said flu.
We spent this morning podcasting.
Then I went to rehearsal.
I’ve been under pre-semester stress/pressure lately and this overwhelming fatigue is, I’m beginning to worry, perhaps something more than just overwhelming fatigue.
Halfway through rehearsal I realized I was having trouble reading my script. Not because my printer is faulty or my eyes are bleary, just because I was having trouble reading.
I may be contaged.
…classes start Wednesday. I don’t have time for this.
Which means I’m definitely contaged.