I am sicker than thou. I am some sort of guardian angel of the flu. I feel awful.

Woke up diseased. Cursed everything. But it's just got worse during the day, and I'm really annoyed. In a pathetic, droopy sort of way. I can't afford to be sick now, not with so much work to do in the next two weeks. Why couldn't this have waited two weeks, and then I'd have all the time in the world to be sick.

Blah. Meep. Muy. I wanna go back to bed. I'm going back to bed. G'night, folks.