I’m sick, with a nasty cold. My body is full of ache, and my throat is sore. I’m tired, but can’t sleep. It feels as though my sinuses are going to explode. The temptation to relieve the pressure by drilling a hole into my skull is strong. (Although, I admit that could be influenced by having seen skull hole-drilling on Grey’s Anatomy the other day.)

Sadly, I’ve been better about eating healthy foods and starting to drink more reasonable amounts of water. I’ve also been making an effort to get back into good routines with moisturising and such. Where’s the positive reinforcement?

The positive part is that I’m allowing myself a day of rest to get over this thing. Guilt usually gets the better of me, resulting in me hauling my sorry self into work. Not really good for me, not good for my work, and certainly not good for my colleagues. (Mind you, I suspect I got this from colleagues who came into work unwell last week.)

On a side note, to cheer myself up, I’ve booked a ticket to go and see one of my favourite artists, Lior. He’s playing in London in August. (He’s also playing the SpiegelTent in Edinburgh, but I can’t make it to those two shows.) I saw two of his shows in Melbourne, back in 2006. I love his music. I’ve invited a friend along, but I’m going even if she can’t make it.