Summer colds are the worst. I picked one up on the way back from Belarus, and I'm paying for it now. I am miserable. My nose is running. My eyes are watering. I'm coughing. My throat aches. My head is cloudy. My mind is foggy. I have a low-grade fever. I'm tired (from jet-lag? laziness? )... and I'm trying to write. Simply lovely.
The outline of the paper is going well... but I'm a day behind - I should have been writing already. :( I would have had two weeks to work on this if I hadn't been in Europe when Doc Jonyer expressed an interest in this particular conference. Fortunately, I have a very laid back attitude toward publishing... if I don't finish in time for this conference there will always be another, so the work isn't waisted.
After Double Shots coffee, I am literally shaking, and have been for the last several hours.
Right in the middle of finishing a portion of this paper's outline, Allen stopped by to chit-chat with Maryna. For an audio driven person there is no greater distraction than two people talking in an otherwise quite space. Total flow killer.
