So on Thursday I felt it slowly sweeping in, somewhat casually but enough for me to realize that I had to leave Skeeps before I infected the whole lot.
And I behaved for once! Despite the fact that total party bedlam was occurring on Friday night due to a mad variety of activities (including one of my best buddies’ birthdays), I stayed at home and nursed myself into health. Twelve hours of sleep will change a man from unkempt beast to chipper potential consultant in no time at all!
Tomorrow begins another mad, mad week: 8am interview. It’s gonna be a doozy. Worried? Nah.