I hate ambiguity

For the last several days I have dwelt in a state of ambiguity.

Was I exhausted? That would explain the weakness and sleeping for over 12 hours per day over the weekend.

Was I sick? That would explain the chills.

My current theory is that in my physically weakened state, I got sick.

Not that it matters, I still have to finish this abstract...

I am going to spend much of the rest of my life disliking October, for that is when I shall be suffering over the ISMRM abstracts.