It's a beautiful sunny day, during a long weekend, and the one day that I'll truly have off... and I'm home sick. I started to come down with something congestion-y on Friday, took some NyQuil for it when I got home Friday night, and promptly spent all but about three hours worth of yesterday asleep. I still feel like I've been run over by a truck, and I'm in that bad place where I'm stir crazy and want to go out, but don't feel well enough to leave the apartment. Bleah.