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I woke this morning to find I am still sick, but as I took Friday and Monday off I really need to show up for a few consecutive days at work, so here I am.

I took another decongestant, because really the only thing wrong with me is my exploding sinuses, I'm not feverish or achy or anything. I didn't realise that now that I'm thirty, decongestants actually give me the nausea they always warned they would. So I was sitting on the train, miserably reminding myself that it's only two blocks from the station to my building, I can make it two blocks and then there's a Balance bar in my desk I can eat to help with the nausea, when the conductor came over the loudspeaker.

There was a "medical emergency" at the State Street station this morning, which I can only imagine is code for "suicide by train", because I can't think of any other medical emergency short of bioterrorism that would actually shut down the subway and force the trains to re-route over the elevated tracks. As a result of the re-route, I got off the train about eight blocks from work, instead of two. I have never been happier to survive the walk to work.

In other news, I have decided to admit to something this year: I don't know what Yuletide is, in a fannish sense. Some kind of fic fest, apparently? All I know is that somewhere around mid-December everyone I know has Yuletide stress every year. So I will not be signing up for Yuletide, though I thank you for your inquiries.

Last night I found my old disc-film camera, the second camera I owned and the first that didn't have a cartoon character theme. Disc film isn't even made anymore, hasn't been for ten years, and the camera is pretty elderly, so I took it apart for parts, which was kind of fun. Got a few gears for my Steampunk box, and got to see how all the little plastic bits intersected.

And also stabbed myself with a pair of pliers, yes.

ETA: Guys, that wasn't actually a request to know more about Yuletide. I love you, but please stop defining it for me now. :D

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I was going to get a watch repaired and some keys duplicated after work today, but instead I'm going to the immediate care clinic on Michigan Avenue because I was checking their hours, just in case, and discovered I have a bunch of symptoms that I thought was "Sam is tired" and turns out to be "Hey look, the flu!"

I'd say H1N1, because that's the actual symptoms list I was looking at, but since H1N1 is BASICALLY IDENTICAL TO REGULAR OLD FLU, there's no real point.

Also I cannot get H1N1. For reasons of are you fucking kidding me.

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The good news: it's not swine flu.
The bad news: siiiiiiinus infeeeeeection (khaaaaaaaaaan!)

The ok news: doc says take Friday and Monday off.

I has a Mucinex.

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I've been cleaning my desk.

I have found:

-- About a dozen newspaper and magazine front pages from the election and inauguration of President Obama
-- A two-page spread on the Daleys, then and now
-- A set of build-it-yourself paper models of Chicago landmarks
-- My acceptance letter to undergrad, the award letter from the writing contest I won in high school, and my first ever "I sold a play!" paycheck

*looks around*

Imma need more wall.