Illness Central, Population: 2

Thanks to my little germ factory, I am once again sick with a flu or cold-like illness. The timing of this particular celebration of bacteria is particularly unfortunate because I was supposed to go to the Diamondbacks game tonight and meet Hotass's new...boyfriend?...guy friend with whom she frequently swaps spit?...lov-ah? They have yet to grace their new status with any kind of label, so suffice it to say I was supposed to meet the new man in her life this evening.

Instead, I was stuck at home, watching Good Eats (he made crepes tonight! And I don't think I have time to make crepes this weekend! GAH!) and wishing for death to come quickly. Unfortunately, Turtle is rebounding from his Viruspalooza experience much faster than I am, which means that it will probably linger in me ten times longer, as I will not have the advantage of being able to sleep my way to good health. Instead, I will be chasing a three year old with unlimited energy around the house until I collapse and Oscar comes home to find the cats eating my remains and Turtle eating all the candy that I don't let him eat when I'm not lying dead on the floor. (Oh, don't mind me. I just get morbid when I don't feel well.)

All this by way of saying that I will return when I don't feel like death warmed over. Thanks.