Bedridden again

Yesterday I was feeling better. Today I feel worse. This disease is not giving up. And I don't have time for this. I have work to do. Work to go to. And brooding to do. Sickness just doesn't fit into my schedule.

I have no life. I'm whining about being sick because it prevents me from working and feeling sorry for myself. It doesn't prevent me from going out with friends and having a good time because I don't really do much of that. How pathetic. But everyone I know has other engagements. One of them is out of town, and the other is out with another friend. So I'm laying here in bed at 1 in the afternoon, sniffling and coughing, watching more crappy tv, and avoiding the work I need to do before I go to work. Debating if I should eat today. Debating calling my mother and arguing with her for an hour to try to get her to register to vote.

This is not exactly how I envisioned my life. It usually looks much different in my head.