Weak.

So, this isn't me complaining about a bad performance. It's me confessing my lack of strength to handle a blood test. I even left the doctor's office to go have lunch before coming back to face the withdrawal, and it didn't do any good: I still had to lie down for an hour before I was well enough to leave. And then I ate the pie I had packed with me and had a hot chocolate. And then I came home and slept for 5 hours. I am feeling better but haven't accomplished anything dissertation-related since I came back from Montreal.