Sick all weekend.
Saturday was the big antique show. Mom came to the door, I told her I was sick but would go anyway, and she got rather annoyed with me. For being sick.
Antiquing was fine, but I wasn't into it, really. I just wanted to sit down.
Went home, napped, that didn't do anything, and then watched all of Eurovision. No-one joined me on my liveblog, which was disappointing.
Yesterday, I worked on pictures for FB, as I certainly wasn't up for doing anything on the house. So much work. But people seemed to be looking at them this time, which is nice.
Last night was horrible. I couldn't get comfortable no matter what I did, and the touch of my own body annoyed me to no end. I had a terrible case of the night sweats -- actual streaming of sweat. Not good.
This morning I feel a lot better. Not great, still quite tired. I must still be sick, though -- coffee tastes repulsive to me. That's the surest sign.