One of the things I notice as I get older is how much my state of mind depends on my state of body. I really don't recall this being as much the case when I was younger, but in all probability it was just as true, and I just didn't notice.

In this particular case, I'm suffering from some kind of cold or virus whose first real identifiable symptom, preceding all the others by at least 24 hours, was an overpowering sense of exhaustion and ennui. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't even want to want to do anything.

It was actually kind of a relief when the sniffles and the sore throat and the slight fever kicked in. "Aha!" said I. "No wonder I feel like ass! I'm sick! Glory be!"

So, then I was able to just give in and spend Sunday sleeping and playing video games.

Which is probably why I ended up having an extended and quite vivid dream about attending high school with all of the characters from Final Fantasy X.

I feel like I could easily go straight back to bed, but instead, I'm at work, with a large Thermos of green tea (genmai cha, mmmmmm) and a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol. I've managed to proofread three chapters of a manual that's going out at the end of the week.

I guess it's a good thing that Daniel (who also has the same crud I've got) and I didn't make any elaborate plans for Valentine's Day. I suggested to him this morning that we order in a pizza and watch Fight Club. He nixed Fight Club, but I think pizza and a movie is on the agenda for tonight.