It's starting to look like this week will be like the last; I woke up exhausted and sore. I expect that I'll be shuffling around like the walking dead all week again. I think that at this point, it’s a matter of when, not if, I will get sick.
Blah. I need to get going. I'm already going to be late for work, again. The sooner I get on the subway, the sooner I can fall asleep again.