I started to feel a little ill on Sunday night. By the time I woke up yesterday I was feeling like a bucket of shit. I came in to work and finished a few things that had to get done. Then in a fever fueled delirium, I started sending out e-mails to people I haven’t wanted to talk to, or haven’t wanted to talk to me, in a long time. I’m not really sure why I sent them. I’ve got only friendly and welcoming (although surprised) responses back. But I don’t think that was what I was really after. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I must get some sleep. I’m still sick and I want my energy back. My fever has subsided but my throat is sore, and my bones ache, and I don’t want to do anything more stupid than I have already. It’s not a big deal. I need rest.