Pass the Nyquil on the left hand side

Jaysus! Where in the HELL did this cold come from? I feel like walking, talking, not-breathing-so-well dogshit. Which really, isn't an attractive picture. On top of that, I have a bacterial infection in my hoo-hah, so I am in essence a cesspool of nastiness.

I started feeling bad on Saturday, which I attributed to a hangover, but by last night, when the racking cough started, I knew I was in for it. I woke up this morning, and nearly fell over from dizziness when I tried to sit up. You should've seen me stumbling around the street on the walk to my office, and when people in the parking garage were staring at me because I wanted to take the elevator one flight down rather than take the stairs, I felt like saying, "Hey asshole, I'm so dizzy and feverish right now, I'd fall over in a stupor if I attempted the stairs, and I'd take you down with me." Instead I just glared right back, daring them to say anything. I probably should've called in, but I figure it looks good to show up, and besides, it's these bastards at work that gave me this cold, so I'm just returning the favor.

Man, I can't wait to go home and dope up. Oh well, it just gives me further excuse to avoid cleaning the house and doing laundry. As if I really need one.