The Plague
I am sick. I have the flu. If this were 150 years ago, I might honestly die. Instead, I get to have fever dreams and be incredibly miserable for four days. I'm taking tomorrow off from work so I don't infect anyone else. Yesterday I slept from 6:45 Tuesday night until 12 noon today. Err, Wednesday. That sentence doesn't work. I need more sleep, and oranges, and ny-quil.