Being sick is such a pain in the ass.
Whatever I’ve got responds promptly and unambiguously to antibiotics (using throat pain as an indicator), else I’d think I had mono. There is a baseline, moderate fatigue that is just damned inconvenient. It’s not hit-by-a-bus fatigue like with flu; it’s just enough to sap the spark from day-to-day living and turn everything into a chore.
At least it was a good day for DVDs. Kissology, Volume 3: 1992-2000 came, as did Blade Runner: The Ultimate Collector’s Edition (on HD-DVD):
That’s five discs of digital goodness in each package. I’m enjoying browsing the Kiss discs, but really, I can’t wait to go to bed. And hell, that’s not much of an attitude, is it?