I was going to write a lengthy 2005 retrospective/new years resolutions kind of entry today, but I'm afraid it's going to have to wait, because I'm recovering1 from some hellish cold/flu/chest pain/stomach bug/sleep deprivation combination malady that has essentially reduced my normal chipper self to the role of 'possibly contagious walking illness with an uncontrollable and uncharacteristic propensity toward depressingly pessimistic self-analysis'. I'll be fine after I get a good night's sleep. Wish I knew when that would be.
1 'Recovering' is a bit of an exaggeration, 'hoping to start recovering sometime soon' is more accurate.
I wonder if anyone else finds that their ability to perceive the world rationally and make sane judgments is drastically impaired when their immune system is taking a beating.
This has happened to me before: as an undergraduate I was sick and sleep-deprived as a result, and while shopping at Sainsbury's became convinced that people were following me around the aisles and back home to the flat. I knew, even at the time it was happening, that it was ridiculous, but the feeling of paranoia was completely real and I couldn't rationalise it away.