stayed home sick from work today. haven’t actually felt particularly well since last week some time, i think — nagging low headache, sore throat, suspicious aches — and today was filled with an expanded amount of malaise so i just gave up and stayed home.

of course i couldn’t stand to stay in the house all day so finally around lunchtime i decided to go for a short walk around downtown, despite my middle-class white-girl guilt complex that if i’m too ill to be at work i’m too ill to be anywhere but my bed. picked up my new contacts, which i’d been putting off for a while. then stopped off at the library on the way home. i like the library, but i never get to visit it because — and i don’t understand this — the harold washington library has ridiculous hours. closing at 6 PM on weekdays: it’s stupid. it’s the main branch of the chicago public library; really, i don’t feel that it’s asking too much to stay open until at least 8. so i went to the library. sick enough to stay home from work for fear of inadvertently breathing germs in the general direction of my coworkers, but the arts reference open stacks are fair game. i’m a hypocrite, i suppose, but at least i’m up-front about it.

still feel like crap, but now i feel like crap and i have a book, so i figure i’m doing all right really.