This man-cold is still kicking my butt, only it has donned steel-toed boots now.
I feel like death warmed over.
Probably sound like it, too.
Ah well. It will pass... in the meantime I just can't do anything fun or productive and forget about laughing, that sets me into bloody coughing spasms. Take that literally or not.
Don't lick your computer screen while reading this blog, you'll catch the lurgy!
You can still vote on the new poll, though.
Chicken soup and a new set of lungs graciously accepted.
Mom? Are you sick as a dog?