Denying my deamon during an illness is a victory in and of itself and there is a certain irony in the fact. I am in a lot of debt to possess a clinical doctorate that I probably do not deserve, but somewhere in all that supposed learning, it should have accidentally stuck that a fifth of Jack will not hasten the viral demise, though it could possibly prolong it. In any event, I am (hopefully) on the tail end of my mini-plague and I have had not a drop. I was even careful to purchase night time cold medicine without alcohol.
I did have several close calls with anger today. All over small things. The past few days I have been working too much and sleeping too little for as sick as I have been. Shortly after almost losing my shit, I thought about balance, and that perhaps a lack thereof, could likely lead to childish tantrums and outbursts.
Lesson of the day: Sleep more. Sleep better.
