I AM DYING HERE, PEOPLE.

....okay, so maybe I'm not DYING so much, but I do have strep throat. And since I am the world's biggest damn baby about being sick, I am obviously quite miserable and pathetic right now. Especially since I had to miss work today and I feel really guilty about it, considering I missed a day of work only two weeks ago when I wasn't near as sick as I am now.

Seriously, I am miserable enough that I can't even string together my thoughts on the last CSI: Miami or the Without a Trace rerun that I watched last night, or finish that meme that I have been meaning to do pretty much every day for the last few days. And when I can't put together thoughts in order to write a long and senseless ramble? You know that SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.

And let's not even get into the fact that the ex-boyfriend that I haven't seen in two and a half years inexplicably showed up on my doorstep today, of all days. When I haven't showered, am laying around in my flannel pjs decorated with skiing duckies, and - oh yeah - AM DYING. I mean, he's a great guy and it was nice to hear from him - but he clearly has the worst timing in the world. Who really wants an ex to see them in this position? Eeesh.

Anyway. My throat is doing the scratchy, catchy thing that means I'm about to be forced into a painful coughing fit if I don't lie the fuck down. So I'm about to get right on that. (Uh, the lying down. Not the painful coughing fit - at least, I hope not the painful coughing fit).