I give up or give in or give a rats ass or something. I crawled home from work this afternoon (after taking full advantage of my opportunities to breathe on every child who crossed my path) and hit the couch with tylenol and ibuprofen and am hoping that this is not flu, merely a viral thing that will run it's course in a day or so. I am such a cat about being ill - when I'm sick I want only to hole up with a blankie and very little else. I suppose there is a good evoluntionary reason for it, if you're inclined to isolation when you're sick, it's harder to infect your fellow tribesmen. Now, I may be making this up in my fever addled brain but it sure sounds plausible. I'll bet if I were sick more often, I could write a whole evolutionary history based only in speculation. Although I think a lot of people have beat me to it. Mmmm blankie. Tea. Tylenol. Mmmmmm.
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