Ugh.

For the second day running, I ache all over, and I have no energy or motivation whatsoever. Road kill would be frisky by comparison.

Am trying to decide if this is a natural result of scrambling like hell to get The Thing up and running only to be brought to a screeching halt for the past week because somebody else has been unavailable to do her part, or if I am in fact coming down with something.

Drinking three Red Bulls so I can actually get something done would probably not be a good choice, but it certainly sounds appealing.