I continue to feel…well, crappy. Earlier today I went through with a face-to-face interview with a guy who’d set it up weeks ago and had come from out of town just to see me. I didn’t have the heart to blow him off, so I talked until what was left of my voice gave out. Since then I haven’t uttered a word, and outside of a couple of e-mails I haven’t generated any written ones, either. I’ve blown a deadline (not fatally, but it’s badly bruised). I cancelled my longstanding plans for dinner with four very attractive women–a good idea, too, since it’s not even eight o’clock and I can barely hold my head up. After I quaff some hot soup and NyQuil, I hope to become deeply unconscious and remain so until tomorrow morning.
That was my day. How was yours, OGIC?