Sick

What I thought yesterday was just a sore throat from too much lecture seems today to be something else.  I feel like I was hit by a truck.  I have spent all day on the couch watching movies and TV shows through the Roku, shuffling precariously to the washing machine to get a few loads of clothes done as I can.  

I hate being sick.  Other than migraines, it happens to me very rarely.  I feel pitiful when it does, like I want to put my head in somebody's lap, curl up into a little ball, and just be very still.  I hope this passes.  I'm treating myself with hot tea, lots of liquid, and rest.  I have to be in fighting form for Monday.  I can't do Beowulf if I still feel this icky.