My apologies to all my usual suspects for being Guy Incognito this week, but I've been wretchedly ill AGAIN (Ottawa, I'm starting to take this shit PERSONALLY) to the point of coughing so hard, I thought I actually tasted blood. Ugh. And while I still can't swallow without my throat feeling like it's on fire, at least I've been vertical for the ( Read more... )

So I am dying of the flu - aches, bone-deep chills, hacking cough, stuffy nose, and oh my God, I fucking hate winter so much - and all the NyQuil in the world does not seem to be helping. I've been asleep in bed by eight p.m. every night for the past two nights, I'm a freaking zombie at work, and I'm starting to get embarrassed by how much my bus ( Read more... )

Reet. So my head is pounding like the beats in a Chemical Brothers song, it hurts to *breathe*, my throat feels like someone is punching it every time I swallow, and if these clients' kids don't stop screaming and running around the office like little drunken, psychotic midgets, I am going to blow the fuck up and take out everyone with me ( Read more... )