Cabin Fever

I've been in bed, aside from a couple of necessary walks to the local shop, for 72 bloody hours now. I finally feel I'm kicking this horrible cold. It's been hellish. The fever's finally gone down, and I don't feel dizzy anymore, so I think Im over the worst.

The downside is I now have horrible cabin fever. There's only so much inactivity I can take before I start to get really frustrated. I've been too ill to play guitar, see my mates, photograph properly, none of that. Been watching a bit of telly, but even that fails to interest me. I am completely, utterly, and totally bloody bored. Anyone fancy popping 'round for a whiskey?

The photo is of a tie, and is the only thing I've done today. I have to email the photo to a friend who may be borrowing it. It's silk, from Ede and Ravenscroft, in Oxford. I got it just after finals a few years ago. I think it looks cool. But I didn't have the energy to shoot it until it had gone dark, and again I didn't really try.

I've got stuff on tomorrow that I think I'll be well enough to do. With any luck, I should be back to blipping properly then.