I have the flu from hell.
I feel like crap and I'm drinking this absolutely vile hippy shit given to me by The Sweater Queen (she has long flowing hair, long flowing sweaters, and dispenses all manner of curative hippy glop and goo) in the hopes of not getting knocked on my ass for two weeks.
At least I'm not working. I'd be pissed if I were missing work.
Dragged my sorry ass to the video store and rented a stack of DVDs since I'm anticipating being on the couch for a few days.
Speaking of the couch, it's calling my name, and my eyeballs feel kinda fuzzy.