Yeah, Saturday was a total write off. Was all dressed and prettified, about to leave for the wedding when I started hacking up a lung. After apologising profusely I turned around, got back into my jim jams and under the covers where I stayed until evening.
I'm still feeling wrecked and in a constant cold sweat. After another sleep session (hopefully one with fewer dreams of hairless skunks running amok in a fancy condo it was my job to housesit, bleh) I plan to drag my ass into the office and get some work done. Fingers crossed.
On a bright note, new Dr Who was a bloody masterpiece. One more episode for series 3 and I'm both excited and petrified. This show has some of my favourite storytelling ever.