I am sick after all.

I stayed home today. Had a sub at work. Slept most of the day, read some. I finished Brave New World, and started Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. I like both of them, though they're very different. What I like best though, is that feeling of losing track of time while I become immersed in a story. It's been since summer that I had books that I could do this with. Nice to be back.

I made a BBQ chicken pizza for dinner tonight. Surprise surprise, I didn't eat the whole thing. I only ate half. Felt full after half.

Well, I am sick after all.