I HATE To Be Sick

So you're going along... minding your own business... and WHAMMO!

You get hit by the enemy. The invisible, microscopic enemy that somehow manages to slam you to the ground like a semi truck at 90mph.

I hate to be sick. And I'm a lousy patient. I'm a grumpy, miserable, hard-to-be-around sick person. And I feel gawd-awful....

Light blogging - probably for a couple days. It takes too much effort to climb out from under my electric blanket to the keyboard, and my head is pounding so I can barely think, let alone try to fake intelligence or wit.

It's funny... I have no memory of drinking my weight in tequila - but that's how I feel.

Wish me luck. Send me chicken soup - or morphine.