Illness induced boredom continues

I was possibly a bit ambitious in going to work today. Around noon, I started feeling wonky, but had finished working through my pile of paperwork and was outta there by 2. It is such a gorgeous day that I was tempted to head over to Kensington Market instead of heading home... it's my favourite part of the city. For those non-Torontonians, it's a neighbourhood of narrow streets crammed with shops selling everything. I could have grabbed a coffee at the corner hut, wandered around in the sun, picked up some vintage clothes... whatever. It's just the perfect neighbourhood to hang out in on a day like today.

But, I seriously felt crap- so abnormally crap, in fact, that I haven't been horny in days. So, instead, I am in a dark basement, swathed in blankies and writing this. Boring.