"How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world."

I hope I can crawl my way out of this one. I woke up actually feeling worse than last night. My stomach feels like it's washing rocks on a slow spin cycle. I don't feel especially unwell, at least physically, just bleak, forgotten, and quite pointless (maybe unnecessary is a better word?).
I know, I'm quite pathetic, and not in the demanding sympathy sense, but it's  my post, and I'll cry if I want to!

Now it's off to work, it doesn't cheer me up as such, but I can put 'this' on the back burner for a few hours whilst I'm cleaning commodes...