10 January 2007

Sick. Ugh.

Why is it that I am such a baby?

Someone got me sick (it feels better blaming the ethereal someone) and I feel like I've been sitting on the bar in a dunk tank and the starting line up for the Yankees has been having a go at the bullseye. Repeatedly.

I go from lying in a pool of sweat with a fever, to shivering uncontrollably. My body aches so much I shuffle around like a 90 year old man being tasered. I've been trying to write this post for like half an hour.

The upside of being sick is that I have time to think. The downside is that I can't do anything about what I'm thinking. I'm not so good at the not doing part.


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