Argh. I feel good everywhere except my head, throat and tummy, which pretty much taints the good feeling everywhere else. Being sick sucks.

On the bright side - did you know that 99% of the time, there's a bright side? - I made major inroads into the destruction zone known as my bedroom last night, despite the feeling that my head was going to explode. You could, if you were ever to enter my bedroom, actually see about 3/4 of the floor space available (after reductions taken by the bed, the desk, both bookshelves and the two endtables I have in there). Unfortunately, this has resulted in a dramatic loss of space in the closet and under the bed, but since I don't use those areas for much more than storing things I don't want to deal with immediately anyway, no big loss there.

I also organized my shelving unit in the kitchen, so I can stop feeling guilty about having my stuff all over the dining room table and the kitchen sink. As a further guilt-assuaging measure, I also took out all the trash and the recycling (3 trips up and down the stairs, mind you - did a lot for my martyr-like attitude), AND I washed some of my roommate's dishes, since her mixing bowl was taking up most of the sink and I had to wash my dinner dishes. All in all, not a bad night's work.

I do wish I had gotten to bed before 11:30 p.m., though. I think that might have made it easier to stay awake today.