On Wednesday night, I got the strangest feeling. It felt like there was not enough water in the world for me to consume. Right before bed I downed 40 oz of water and still didn't feel satiated. I decided I didn't want to spend all nighting peeing (which I am inclined to do whenever I drink before going to bed) that I'd better stop.

But I didn't get up once in the night. That should have been sign #1. Usually I can count on needing to relieve myself at least once, two or three times if I've had something to drink. But not once.

Then around noon yesterday it started hitting me. The cough, the fever, and mostly the soreness. Less than two hours later, my boss was asking me if I was feeling alright. A couple hours after that he told me not to come in to tomorrow (today).

"Score! Three day weekend! Now excuse me while I go hobble into a corner and die."

Realizing that I had a three day weekend in front of me that would most likely be spent in bed (it was pretty much established that I got what a coworker had that set him out for a week), I decided to make lemonaid out of lemons and stopped by the video store and picked up the third season of 24. I'm actually pretty proud of thinking of it. I've been wanting to see it forever and the only thing holding me back has been time.

So I'm having the best feel-like-crap day ever.

Amazingly, Kim Bauer managed to irritate me by the second episode: "I realize that millions upon millions may die from what these bad guys are up to, but I must - absolutely must - tell my father that I've been seeing his partner behind is back and I'm in looooooooove, and it can't wait another day because I decided for it to be today and the lives of the millions of others that hang in the balance aren't nearly as important as my feelings right now!"

Anyhow, posting will be non-existent until I knock this series down.