Weak interaction

I'm lost.

The shrovetide party was cancelled because of
widespread illness.
Instead a
makeshift
dinner was established with six people.
Sucked.

Went to bed sick.
Woke up sick in the night.
Woke up sick in the morning.
Then it disappeared.
And no feeling was left behind.
Nothing.

I played games.
I play, played, will play.
Watch, watched, watching.
Read what I had to.
Said what I had to.

I gave up,
then got back on track.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
tomorrow I'll do it.
Promise.