This close...

I hit my snooze button a lot this morning. At this point, I am convinced I am not actually sick; I am sitting here at my desk fine as fine, except for my excessive weariness. It's hard to focus - I've re-written this three times now.

I finally dragged myself out of bed, about five minutes after I needed to leave home to make it to work on time. I walk everywhere, and while I wasn't having dizzy spells, I definitely felt like I couldn't make it by the time I reached the CBC building. And think...that's not even halfway to work for me (Northern Life office near the Sudbury Arena).

I also wanted to talk to Markus, so I was disappointed in myself for being late. But at least I resisted the urge to call in sick. It was so tempting...so very, very tempting. Tomorrow, I'll try to catch Markus.

I have to start writing this experience up for my newspaper article, and I just wonder how I'm going to be able to focus to do it.

No energy. None.

My apartment is a terrible mess. I need to clean, I need to do laundry, I need to clean up...I hate when my place is a mess. But you know what? I'm too tired. I don't care. Right now, besides dreaming of pizza (and oranges starting about now), I dream about going back to sleep.

Sleeeeep.

My breakfast was cheerios. My lunch is cheerios. Both without milk. In fact, I am actually almost done my lunch and it's not even 10 a.m.

Also terrible is the heartburn. I have been trying to control it, but finally had to resort to using antacids. If I let it run unchecked, it will cause severe asthma problems from aspirating acid.

Right now, I am -THIS- close to tapping out of the challenge. But what if I couldn't? I think I'd want to die.