Today was right back to awful. Between being sick and other very upsetting things going on at work, I could not get home and into bed fast enough. I thought I could leave a little early, but I ended up working until around 5:30 and then laid in bed, partially reading, partially sleeping, partially just whining, for a few hours. Eventually I needed food, and I took off on a three-store hunt for Orangina, which I never found. But I got lemonade, saltines, and pudding (??), which actually helped immensely. And I spent the rest of the night reading (I finished The Great Believers, which was such a lovely book) and listening to Pet Shop Boys and feeling sorry for myself. Have I been sick forever?