Dualism and you: a horror story of epic proportions

So, here's the deal.

I rejoined my gym two days ago. I didn't go yesterday or today, because I'm ill and I don't think they want my germs. I also don't know if my mucous-caked lungs could take it.

But if I feel better tomorrow, I'm going. Not running has been, oddly, miserable for me. I hate the inactivity that breaking my toe brought on. I did go running a week ago, which was delightful, but it's been so cold that the gym just seems like a safer bet.

I'm going to post this, much to my dismay:

Yuck. I'm not pleased that that is me. But I'm going to go to the gym at least five times a week, and do what I was doing before, and we'll see where we're at in two months. Well, where I'M at.

I'm trying so hard to study for this final, but my brain refuses to concentrate or retain anything. I fucking hate being sick.

I grabbed myself some Mucinex Severe Congestion and Cough, and I'm hoping it kicks in sooner rather than later. I'm taking off of work tomorrow, because I don't think I'll be able to function. Aside from my brain feeling pretty much like eggs that have been thrown into a car accident. my body feels three minutes away from broken. I have the very real feeling that once I'm done with my final tonight, I'm going to go into full on sickness mode. I'm being as tough as I can, because I know I have to be.

I hope I feel better tomorrow. I can't wait to get back to the gym, and not feel like roadkill.