Pitiful

I hate how pitiful I feel when I'm sick. I've spent the weekend on the couch or asleep. I have no energy. I seem to have caught the respiratory thing my niece and nephew had. My errand to the grocery store yesterday drained me. I keep trying to start on homework, but the words swim in front of my face and don't seem to make sense. Projects are looming over me, but I can't seem to get started on them. I know that valuable work time is passing by, but all I can do is sit here. I'm tired of television. It must be time to get better.