I&#039m not entirely sure why I&#039m here at work today. Well, I know that I came in this morning so I could make photocopies of April&#039s syllabus for my class then actually go to class with Susan and Heather to talk to the students about registering for fall classes. Beyond that? Yeah, not so sure why I&#039m here still. My throat has been really getting to me lately and it&#039s starting to feel like it did back in November when I got that stupid respiratory infection. I went to bed last night around 9 because I was feeling feverish and my head hurt. I woke up around 10 or so and tried calling to the husband to bring me a drink of water, but my throat hurt so much I couldn&#039t. I couldn&#039t even talk loud enough for Simon to hear me over the headphones as he was playing on Ian&#039s machine. Blech. At least it doesn&#039t hurt as much now, but that&#039s not saying a lot. It has been bouncing back and forth between feeling decent and crap for the past couple days. So why am I even bothering to sit here at work when I know that it&#039s just going to start degrading until I&#039m stuck in bed again by 8:30? Damn lungs. I think that I&#039ll take a break from what I was working on all morning and maybe just do some reading or something for a while. I should make tea. It will at least help wake me up.