After taking all the drugs on Monday night, I did feel better yesterday morning. But I also knew it would be short lived. It was going to be a cycle. Just because I felt better didn't mean I was better. I knew another day of pushing myself would make me weak again and I was right. By the time I got back to the hotel last night I was feeling the same symptoms. So another night of Theraflu was in my future.
The day was uneventful. Taught my class, got them out of there by 4:45. They were happy, I was happy. Second group of 16 starts today. Nothing like having to do a second performance back to back. Same jokes, same material, different room.
Walked back to the hotel and had leftovers for dinner. Watched TV and went to bed around 9:30. I slept a bit rough last night. I had weird dream including one where I was with the 12th Doctor and he was sitting in a giant tub of lime jello and cool whip. Hey to each their own. I just drive the Tardis.
That's all for now.
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