So doing a little side research on swine flu symptoms versus regular flu symptoms, I could have either. Granted, the flu test came back negative, but the Doc still diagnosed me: flu. So I am miserable and am writing this in a bit of a haze. As weird as it is to say, I'm having trouble coordinating something as simple as typing, which I normally have no trouble with. I've probably made ten typos already, this first paragraph. This will be a short entry.
Been kind of stuck at home, this illness throwing everything off. Tonight, we're having the Graveyard Book party at work, a filmed party in an attempt to get Neil Gaiman to do a signing at our store. Unfortunately for me, I won't be working it, which I was really looking forward to. Instead I get to sit at home and be miserable. At least AMC is running their horror movie marathon, so I can watch bad movies.
And read bad literature as well. I suppose I shouldn't admit this, but over the last week, I've read five 'Resident Evil' novels. These are not good literature. They are pure entertaining schlock, and in four cases, are just novelizations of video games I've played before. But I found myself devouring them, and lately I've had trouble reading anything that can truly be called 'literature'. My co-workers all talk about these great novels they've read, or discuss non-fiction books on human sexuality or politics, and I just read stupid fantasy or science fiction. I try other things, but most times I just go back to the dumb stuff.
I hope it's just a phase. I've read other things in the past. Maybe I just needed a break.
I'm going to go make some dinner.