I'M SICK
That's right. Sick. Sicker than the proverbial dog. Home from work. Sipping hot tea. Bundling up one minute to fight off the chills, then stripping down the next as I sweat out the fever.
Fun stuff for everyone.
So I reserve the right to disclaim everything I write today. Of course, if anything I say is good, well-received, or granted awards, I reserve the right to take full credit.
Fun stuff for everyone.
So I reserve the right to disclaim everything I write today. Of course, if anything I say is good, well-received, or granted awards, I reserve the right to take full credit.
posted by Mike at 12:12 PM
3 Comments:
Ugh. Late summer sickness is the worst.
Fluids, fluids, fluids. Flush that bug out. You should be wearing out the carpet between your fridge and your toilet.
Get well soon.
Thanks, guys. And yeah, the fluid in-fluid out routine has been exhausting in its own right.
Somewhat better today, but not healthy. The disclaimer's still in effect.
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