After getting back from the footy yesterday, I dragged the duvet downstairs, got out the sofa bed, grabbed some nibbles from the kicthen, and watched Jackie Brown on telly. Well, I say watched, as I kept dozing off. In fact, I've been curled up down there since, and only come upstairs to check the mail, post this, and see what the cat's shreading.
Must've needed the sleep, and it seems to have worked the trick as far as the shivers last night, as I feel somewhat human again.
