Coming back to work was a mistake. I'm still so sick. I need to be in bed. I need to be resting. I should probably even go to a doctor.
Instead I'm sitting here in my office as my newly-returned fever comes and goes, feeling clammy, and editing music to Quicktime movies.
I just walked out into the hallway and passed someone who, in response to my hello, simply muttered "... fucking 5 years making games just to get the life sucked out of me ..."
It's a happy industry sometimes.