W(h)ine

I stand by the wine a drank on Monday. It was the last day of class and I maintain it was well-deserved and I didn't even finish the bottle. It's not like I went on any kind of actual bender or anything. But apparently what my body (apart from the pleasure-seeking part of my brain) wanted me to do on Monday was eat soup or something like it and get a lot of sleep. And, in protest, it's let the flu back in.

This is supposed to be the fun part. I have some free time now; I'm supposed to be spending it on adventures, not naps and trips to the pharmacy. God dammit.