The Boy With Streptococcus Goes By

The sore throat that I noticed on Friday night has mercifully faded ('cause I hate sore throats), repackaging itself as a tolerable combo of sniffles, croup, blocked ears, and low-grade fever. Being sick, while slightly annoying, isn't a patch on being in pain. I may, though, be forced to change my tune at On the Twentieth Century tonight when I can't hear anything and my neighbors are about to lynch me for coughing too much.

Not Helping One Bit: the water cooler broke last week, and they're still not sure that our tap water isn't going to kill us, so the only fluids I'm ingesting are coffee and tea. And we're running low.

I keep thinking there's something else I want to add to this post, but it's not coming to mind, and I'm very conscious of the fact that I haven't posted in about four days and will soon hear nought but crickets when I visit my site meter. So be it.