The Incredible Hulk

I have a virus--see previous post--that seems to turn normal people into seething, hacking, ogres dripping in mucus.

It's a pretty picture, no?

Well, too bad. That's exactly how I feel. Like I should be skulking about under a bridge coughing more than a 5-pack-a-day smoker, leaving a trail of soggy kleenex as I slowly shuffle along in a bathrobe, mewing pitifuly too myself and scaring small children with my raspy "voice."

(Pause here while author wallows in self pity.)

Monday I stayed home and tried to sleep. By the evening I felt well enought that I figured I would work on Tuesday. Upon waking on Tuesday, I thought otherwise. After calling my supervisor, telling her I'd be in "later," I had an urgent desire to run to the bathroom, where I spent some quality time trying to rid myself of all the mutli-colored "goo" inside of myself. That's when I discovered the magical healing properties of the ceramic tiled floor. It's so wonderfully cool! I spent a lot of time on Tuesday and Tuesday night lying on the tiled floor--I highly recommend it.

I could really use a tiled floor about now....

(Pause again while author does more wallowing)

Well, since I dragged myself to work, I should get some stuff done--already processed the donations--and then as everyone is telling me to go to a doctor, I guess maybe I should look into that.