It would figure that, with the world ending tomorrow and all, I'd get sick.
Some inconsiderate or careless person no doubt infected me (ladies, there are literally men out there who have never washed their hands after using the restroom), but this is still basically my fault. After successfully staving off infection last week, I got home on Sunday and proceeded to eat nothing but dairy and stay up too late every night. Not a smart plan.
(Although it was worth it, last night, because I unlocked another animal orb in Castle Crashers. Marvel at my enhanced jumping ability!)
During my lunch break today I put in a call to my dad for some free medical advice, went to the grocery store for supplies, and then mounted a total assault on my illness. I hate this cold like Lyle hates hemorrhoids.
Obviously I stayed in tonight. The plan is to be asleep in about 30 minutes because I think this is my last quiet night all week.
Fringe was pretty good, incidentally; Lost fans should give it a look.