Fighting off either some weird unspecific illness or a wicked bout of depression. No energy to get out of bed and no desire to eat anything. Made it into work and even managed to scribble some notes for the novel on the subway ride in, but other than that feeling that "wrapped in a thick layer of gauze" syndrome. For the past five minutes, I've just been repositioning the cursor to different parts of this paragraph. Thank god nobody in the office is trying to talk to me.