poo-poo
I feel like I died and was reborn as a plague victim.

I haven't been this sick in years... and I mean that above and beyond the fact that I haven't really been sick at all for two years. I'm really, really sick and I can't just let myself relax and go with the flow. I have too much stuff to do to lay in bed and contemplate a John Grisham novel or something. I figure that plucking away at the computer won't stress my body out much more than sitting on the couch watching VH-1 will anyway. But... eh. I feel like my throat is swollen to the size of a tree trunk, I talk like a man (when I'm not hacking like a chain smoker), I have a fever, and I can't concentrate. On top of that, it's just bad news after bad news.

I hate everything.