Maybe I'm just a big dork...

but, I was just randomly thinking about months of the year. When it comes to:

September,
October,
November,
December,

I have the tendency to look at the last 3 letters, "ber". I wonder if that is on purpose, cuz it is FREEZING here.:-p

I am battling sick germs at the moment. Yesterday morning, I had issues trying to sleep, as I started to feel the cold coming on. Then yesterday afternoon as I attempted to travel into work, which takes 45mins -1hr, depending on delays, etc., I felt like zonking out on the tube.

When I got into work, that's when I realized that I was getting pretty sick. I can hold out and be strong if I am in the working environment, but I was having a pretty rough time. I struggled to be less lightheaded than I was, I began to get sniffly, and worst of all was just how congested/nasally I sounded when I spoke to people.:-/

I told myself to hold out until break. My break wasnt for about 4 hours after I had arrived at work, which felt like a long time. When break came at 6, I managed to go upstairs, make the decision that I need to go home to rest up, came back down, found my manager, let him know, and went on my way.

I got out of the building and the cold hit my face like a block of ice. As I made my way to the station, walking down the steps, through the turnstiles, and down the escalators, I hoped that I could get a seat on the tube right off.

I got down to the platform, waited, boarded the train, and had to stand for a few stops. I think it was at Covent Garden when I got a seat, and as I sat the voice over the intercom(recorded woman's voice) said that the next stop was Piccadilly Circus. That freaked me out, since I had just come from there, so unless there was a secret shortcut that I was left unaware of, this woke me up! I looked at other passengers and they had the same expression on their faces. Then the voice corrected the next stop which was Holborn or maybe Russell Square. I was a bit out of it at the time, so it's hard to remember.:-(

I got to my stop, went out to the bus terminal and as I got up close, I just realized I missed the bus by about 10 seconds.:-S That didnt make me a happy person.
So, I called up Jassen, told him I was waiting for a bus, just missed one by the skin of my teeth, and I felt as though I might start to cry.

It was THAT kind of sickness. The one in which you feel weak and just want to cry and on top of that, I was commuting back home for an hour, which does take alot out of you when you aren't feeling the greatest. So, I managed to get a bus about 7 minutes after that, meet Jassen at the busstop near home, and head back to the house.

We ate some chicken and chips, watched House, which is weird to do when your sick, cuz I find myself laughing hysterically, softly, since energy was really lacking. It was after that, that I attempted to go to sleep, but being sick, sometimes its hard to just nod off right away, especially since when im sick I feel super stiff and ache. At about 11pm, I fell off to sleep, but woke up about 4 in the morning. At that time, I just decided that since I was up, that I would take a shower, to get it out of the way. I ended up doing just that, went back to bed and slept on and off until about 7am.

Ah, the lifespan of being sick. I haven't officially "kicked" this cold yet, but I am just thankful that it wasnt flu. I will trek out to work in about an hour, so I hope that I will be feeling better than I did yesterday. Not really the biggest fan of not going to work.*sighs*