I hate when people use the Internet to bitch about their lives, but I'm going to do it anyway as a means to put it behind me.
The three of us have been more or less miserable for a week. Simon is more or less on the mend, but he's still not sleeping overnight. Diana got worse today, and I feel as though I'm relapsing again. Every night this week I'm exhausted by 6:30. Work has been mentally draining on top of that, through no fault of my own.
I'm done with being sick. Too much of me wants out, to do stuff, to be held back.