Well, I had a nice, long chat with one of my managers (the one who's got my back, as opposed to the ones who seem to think I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to the project), and that helped me feel a bit better, depression-wise. That just left the pain in my side when I coughed, or laughed, or sighed, or yawned, and the complete lack of appetite. At least I didn't lose my hunger sense, like I did all those years ago when I challenged it to see which of us would crack first. (I did, for the record - never felt a bit of hunger until my stomach rebelled.) I could distinctly feel that I wasn't hungry. I did finally eat something when I got home - perhaps a bit too much. Never felt full either. Oh well. If I don't feel too sick to go to work tomorrow, I assume I'll be piling into the car and driving there.