Caffeine: morning cup + fourteen packets of EmergenC
Evil Calories: can't taste anything
Reality TV: American Idol
Mother of crap, I feel like hell. Up until now I've been able to dodge the plague, but apparently my time has come. You know what I love about being sick? Trying to sleep. It's so great waking up every half hour unable to breath out of your nose and it feels as if your cat has died in your mouth.
So, today I will be hiding in bed with my computer, sneezing and hacking all over my work. It'll be the best time ever.