sick week

My week in TL;DR (or in this case, too meh to go into the details):

• Still recovering from the flu - I didn't really do any cooking (or anything for that matter) until Saturday night;
• I feel like I'm existing in a dream-state: my cold is messing up with my hearing, my hearing is messing up with my reality;
• Some eureka moments and finally feeling some push (motivation maybe?) to fuck fear and just do.

(Bear is Froufrou - she came with the strawberry fruiquet C gave me for our anniversary. Notice she's sittting on top of a Kleenex Eucalyptus box.)