Sometimes it’s hard for me to decide whether to go to the gym or not and even after I go it’s hard for me to judge whether it was a good idea. Today I finished the workout with a fair time and felt at times where I was just about to need to take a nap to finish the workout. But I never did get there, so I figure I’m not THAT sick. Just very close. And I’d probably better a lot quicker if I’d just sleep more. I’m probably going to be dragging around work tomorrow but that’s the nature of work and life, isn’t it?

I slept in this morning but kept waking up because my nose was stuffed up. I kept dreaming about my dad. He was sad that I had cut down his trees, and he wanted to see the model ships he had built but I’d thrown them away. I kind of like having feverish dreams because they’re novel, but these guilty dreams aren’t what I need. At least he seemed in good spirits.