Day 17

January 17th, Tuesday - After waking up and going about my day, it wasn't long before I realised I felt like run down, achey crapola. (Crapola definition: rubbish, akin to a crap crayola, one of those colours you never used, like, I dunno, cream...)

Realising my almost 30 year old body was failing me (curse you Father Time), I took its advice and wrote the day off, needing to go back to bed till I felt like I could function in society again. This took all day. I emerged late in the eve with little achieved.

So yeah, I had to draw me in bed. Swish.