Bluh.

To-day, I felt like crap.

It's not so much because I'm sick, although I AM sick, and it's not so much because I'm stressed, although I AM stressed, it's because, due to a combination of sickness and stress, I did not get a chance to eat until nine o'clock in the evening.

Now, I have gone days without eating before, just to see if I could, and I could, but that was different. Then, I was healthy, and while I don't think I've ever gone through a completely stress-free day, I was relatively collected. But today, no. Today I was just stressed enough to make myself sick, and just sick enough to stress myself out, and I got out of class feeling like the ass-end of a train wreck.

Then I went to work. STUPID ON MY PART. I mean, I didn't even get anything done, I was so out of sorts. But I blindly stuck it out til the end.

Literally, I'm pretty sure I couldn't see towards my last half-hour there, and was navigating through some sort of primitive, pain-based sonar. I have since put pizza in my belly, and have gone up to merely feeling extremely lousy. So, yay.

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By the by, for those of you who care about my progress on the NaNo front: I've reached an interesting pattern, whereby I alternate skipping a day and writing a double-length day. It's kept me more-or-less on track, but I fear that it would be far too easy to break down irrevocably should I hit a bad run of days. That being said, I still intend to skip today.