It is 3AM in the morning, and I am sick. I have been sick for two weeks. (I got sick, got better, then got another sick. Awesome)

I’m bent over the sink in my apartment, blowing my nose. Breath in, evacuate nose.

“I was super productive today…. silly work, this is my house“

Bend back over, breath in, watch another chunk flow down the sink.

My eyes are tracking the movement, while the internal monologue continues. “This is sooo cathartic. Its like watching myself get better.”

Inhale. Force air through other nostril.

“Uh, why am I still awake?”