#582: IF THIS ISN'T THE FLU, I'M DON RICKLES
Which of the following statements is true?
Oh, the flu, how I hates it. I hates it bitterly, although it does have one perk. I finally had an excuse to hook up the internet in the bedroom, and I am presently blogging in repose. In my mind's eye, this has the potential to be terribly sexy, but I am afraid that the flu has injected itself into the scenario, and sexy is far, far away. Sexy is on the moon. Sexy saw my hair and marched away in disgust.
I haven't thrown up once, though. I have nearly thrown up, and I have tasted bile in the back of my throat, but I have not charfed. Of this, I am very proud. On a day when moving into a prone position means that my bed feels like a gyroscope, not ralphing = victory.
Tossing your cookies will not be tolerated.
Your upchuck, your problem.
Milkmoney or Not, Here I Come: Where No One Ever Chunders
Honk if you hate hurling.
Well now, isn't this just a sweet little piece of the internet today.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pass out in front of daytime television if I can manage to drag this fluey mammal body off the bed.
UPDATE: I just got all teary watching a brainy little kid recite the Declaration of Independence on Oprah. I'm not even American. This fever is fucked up.