The bird flu.

OK, I'm pretty sure what I have isn't the bird flu, but it's something. Hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday afternoon. Maybe just the normal flu. Which wouldn't be so bad, except I'm working today and tomorrow. Nothing like working the weekend AND being sick.

Anyway, bitchfest over. I've got my Campbell's soup for lunch, I've got my Ricola lemon-mint drops, and my generic Dayquil (with actual pseudophedrine, which is tough to come by in Indiana). I shall persevere. Plus, if this picture doesn't make anyone feel happy, what does?