"My Aunt DIED of Influenza...So They Say..."

Greetings from the otherside of the dark side of the moon.

My God. When last we spoke, I was midday and climbing towards being retardedly sick. By 3:00 Friday, I had officially run out of voice and could barely speak above a whisper. I decided to go to the doctor. I NEVER go to the doctor. But, I was so pissed off about being that sick that I wanted something done about it. And done right the fuck now.

So, turns out, I had/have the honest to goodness Flu. I spent Friday night, all day Saturday, and Saturday night in pajamas at The Boyfriend's house, convalescing. You'd think I had the Consumption for Christ's sake. I half expected Katharine Hepburn to come stumbling in the room to deliver one of her morphine addled speeches from A Long Day's Journey into Friggin' Forever. Jesus, O'Neill, could that play be ANY LONGER????

There is a nap in my near future.