So I'm not feeling quite like Death as I did yesterday, which is good. If I had felt today like I did yesterday, it would have been the Worst Possible Situation, as I can't call in sick (as if I ever do -- I've only called in sick when my appendix burst), as tonight is the office Christmas party. Not that I want to go, but if I don't, I'll be hearing about it until the time I retire. (Did I say 'retire'? I meant 'die in my chair'.)
Everyone here goes crazy over the party, where me, I always saw work parties as being more work than party. Nice enough people, but no-one I would ever choose to hang out with, and there is always such potential for danger that it's best avoided altogether. Party pooper and killjoy, that's me.
The Christmas parade party has gotten that way for me as well, unfortunately. It's all good friends, but both being at Mom's house, I can't very well go unrestrained at Mom's house, and with Sis and the BIL now firmly in the group, there's additional pressure as well, since Sis is Blabby McBlab. Not much I can do at those parties anymore.
The other day, I had the idea to unblock Mlle. L. from on FB. I seriously thought about it -- she's been in the doghouse for quite some time, and perhaps I was being harsh. Then that night I had a nightmare about her coming back into my life -- a perfectly plausible nightmare -- and I soon remembered what a dumb idea that would be. I literally woke up in a cold sweat. Looking back now, it probably was the start of this awful cold, but the point remains.