Coff Coff

Home sick with bronchitis, and I may stay home tomorrow, as well. Have to get meds at some point. Feeling antsy and jittery and irritable with everything, from the knitting (eighteen inches of scarf done, but I'm not sure I actually want to *finish* it, especially as the first five rows or so are badly done and bug me every time I look at it and compare it to the neatly done rows that follow) to the cats to the tv. I want to get really mad and have a satisfying rave-out at somebody or something, but I don't have the energy.

I may go out to the grocery to pick up some vanilla extract and something horribly bad for me, like Ben and Jerry's New York Fudge Chunk. If I can't be happy, maybe I can trick my body into thinking it's happy?