Ugh. I'm sick. And it's not the fun kind of sick, either. It's the 'every time I lift my head up off the pillow I throw up' kind of sick.
The fun kind of sick (if you were wondering) is the kind where you feel just bad enough to justify not going to work, but still feel good enough to lay in bed and read all day, eat soup, and drink some kind of lemon-lime soda.
I've got the shivers, I can't eat anything, and my body aches. No, this is not the fun kind of sick at all. To quote a line from Withnail & I: "I Feel like a pig shat in my head".
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed.