Fish VS Honey

I am guessing that to live a little bit I first have to die a little bit, because that is the only comparison I can make to the misery I've been going through since my last horror session on Friday. Those darn presents have never been better deserved than now!

I lay for x amount of days on the bed like a fish washed up on the shore unable to do pretty much anything besides run for the bathroom and crawl back to bed. I almost turned to fish this morning again, but then I envisioned a nice breakfast at the office: a cup of coffee from the Belgian bakery next door, a slice of whole wheat bread and godfather's acaccia honey that he sent from Slovakia. The vision was so strong that I made it!

I am at the office and working and I am so happy ....
Mind over matter, right? Or in this case honey over fish? :)