...came back really rather badly. Not Man-Flu, a step on from that which I like to call ManMonia.
Seriously though, I feel fucked. Climbing two flights of stairs leaves me out of breath, I'm practically reduced to a shuffle walking the dogs. Running is genuinely out of the question.
Fucking FUCK IT.
In other news, Christmas was pretty damn good. I got a Faith No More t-shirt, a yoga mat, and some other groovy stuff.