aaargh!

How frustrating it is to not have unfettered access to the internet here at work...I would write a love poem to Theraflu, and all it's vile lemony goodness. I don't know WHAT I had, but it hit me like a Mack Truck. (And NO, that was NOT part of my Saturday fun, thank you for your concern) I spent two days buried under the covers sleeping to avoid the knowledge that my head was splitting in two and my brain seemed to be pooling in my lungs. Enter Theraflu... sweet sweet Theraflu.