If there is anything I hate it’s a passive-aggressive virus.
One day you think you are dying and you sleep for twenty-four hours.
Ah…it was a 24-hour bug. No harm, no foul. This is followed by another 24-hour period during which you resume your activities of daily living.
Then it hits you again.
It’s 0430, I slept through the entire evening so now I can’t sleep, I have a headache, my stomach hurts, my digestive track is churning like buttah, I’m too sick to study, to exhausted to fold clothes, I’m miserable and I just called in sick.
And to top it off, Notre Dame plays at 1500. I don’t care if I have to sit in front of the TV with an emesis basin and a commode – I’m watching the game!
(Please don’t make any cracks about how badly they played last week. I’m too weak to defend my Irish.)
And that concludes tonight’s whining broadcast. Thank you for listening. I don’t feel any better but hey, if you can’t whine on your blog where can you whine?