Not now. I'm dripping, coughing, my throat is sore, and I frequently shake. I've certainly had worse, but it's still a pain in the ass. My fervent hope is that this means my immune system has finally decided to do something about this disease, and I'll actually be over it in a few days.
Always look on the bright side of life, and all. And denial isn't just a river in Egypt...
So, of the weekly decision between going to Alameda or the Hamptons, I'm - staying home. I'm not really fit for public company right now, and I'll just sit back, drink my fluids, and try to get better for dwo's party tomorrow.
Otherwise, not a lot. Went to lunch with timenchanter, so if I'm going to miss his cooking, at least I've had his company.
I'm supposed to go in Friday and sign up for the latest auto insurance policy, so that's progressing satisfactorily. And while I'm still not off the hook with CSAA, there are likelihoods I will be by Friday.
Now all I need to do is some work and, well, my taxes - I need to send in a large estimated check on the 15th.
Life is just a bowl of cherry-flavored cough syrup. Take that as you will.