Did anyone happen to get the license plate on the Mack Truck that hit me yesterday?

Holy pete, I woke up yesterday feeling like death warmed over. Stuffy head. Unable to breathe. In general, like crap with a capital C-R-A-P. Blah. Yesterday was spent on the couch, drinking Thera-Flu and orange juice, floating in and out of consciousness. I was supposed to work at the Lobster yesterday too. One look at me and my manager gave the o.k. for me to leave.

Today I feel a little better. Still a little light headed. Some stuffiness, but nothing a few Dayquil can't handle. Fingers are crossed that I'll be over this thing by Wednesday when we go out to celebrate the room mate's birthday.

If I'm not I may actually have to be the designated driver. Woo-hoo.

On the plus side, when I'm sick like this I usually don't have much of an appetite so hey, maybe I can drop a few pounds while I'm fighting this thing. See there's always a silver lining...or something like that.