Well, day 4 of the Malaise and I'm exhausted. My nose is on fire, my eyes are drier than a pack of old biscuits, my head is heavy, like a mucus-filled balloon, and I am more than a little bit bored.
Seems the office is half-empty too. Erica's sick - she must have caught a virus from... somewhere or other, I suppose. Junko's coughing from home (isn't it weird how we've all got colds at the same time) and I'm chugging through things here, in the quiet, interrupting myself with a phlegmy rattle and a volcanic sneeze every now and again. Like Mount Snottymanjaro.
I'll tell you what though - don't discount the power of adrenaline. I went to the gym this morning and for a brief moment, I felt completely clear. No sneezing, no coughing, clear airways and a striaght head. It must have done me at least a little bit of good. Though by the time I got back to the car I was off again.
Maybe that's the answer. Perhaps I should get some adrenaline going by running round the lake?
Although that's not even possible I think. For some reason, they're putting a floating meeting room in it and the path is blocked off by a crane.
Nope - I shall have to get my adrenaline boost elsewhere. Drugs? A carefully stage-managed fright by a surprise accomplice? Perhaps.
Or perhaps I'll just get on with the day job.
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