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Spent all day yesterday nursing a moderate migraine (the pain was pretty bad, but I only call a migraine "bad" if it involves vomiting, which I hate hate hate).

Woke up today with what is either allergies (which I don't think I have to any significant degree) or the start of a cold. I keep going back and forth with myself about whether to go to the work conference I'm supposed to go to in an hour. On the one hand, I paid a fair bit of money to go, and if I don't go, I won't be reimbursed. On the other hand, if I've got the crud, it would be nice of me not to spread it around, yes? Bah. (I actually feel like going, since I spent the day yesterday sitting in a dark room feeling bored and sorry for myself, but if I'm contagious, it would be irresponsible, right? *sigh* I can't decide.)

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I talked myself into going to the conference. Learned next to nothing about money management (which is what the conference was about), but got lots of tips for our students, and got some food for thought about my life's direction, which has brought some percolating stuff closer to the surface. Nothing I haven't already angsted at y'all about, but it's more impetus to get my shit in order in a way that's pleasing to me. Decisions, decisions.

I am definitely developing a cold, though, and that sucks. Don't let me breathe on you!