I was feeling run-down and don't think I was my usual effervescent self

I spent today being sick. After the diphenhydramine last night, I think I slept for eleven hours. I woke feeling rested but still out of it, with that light generalized myalgia and malaise. I also hocked a gigantic loogie-pebble out of my nose after about five minutes of blowing. It was like that scene in Total Recall where Quaid pulls the glowing red Lojak-thing out of his nose, except mine was a green ball of snot.

Yeah, I know that probably grossed everyone out. Let's see if I can zero out the number of views yet.

When I was a kid, being sick meant staying home from school, watching all the TV I wanted, or my mom renting a video, and making soup and tea or whatever I wanted to eat. Now being sick means missing out on what could otherwise be a really cool day, and not doing stuff, so I can be healthy enough to see patients and get through the stuff I have to/want to do.

So I took it pretty easy most of the day. Finished off my homemade cantaloupe/banana juice and all the chocolate soy milk I had. I don't think I really ate anything, though. I watched something like seven episodes of the first season of The West Wing and started building the giant Lego snowspeeder that's been collecting dust in my closet for the last year.

I met Trish and Laura for dinner in Boystown. It was good to see them both, but I was feeling run-down and don't think I was my usual effervescent self (although I do remember one time we three were hanging out at Trish's and I fell asleep on the floor while they sat on the couch talking). I'm feeling better now, although that may be more due to the ibuprofen/pseuodephedrine/caffeine cocktail I took half an hour ago.

Barnes & Noble actually had a Joe Meno book (on Punk Planet Books, no less) on display in the window. I've looked at the book before, and while it seems interesting, I don't think I'd enjoy it as much as Hairstyles of the Damned. The good thing about Joe Meno is he doesn't pigeonhole himself into one particular style or anything. While that can make for hit and miss for the reader, at least everything isn't the same.

Oh, and my parents are back in Chicago as of last night. I may even see them one of these days.