My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink…

…And I don’t love Jesus
That kind of monring, really was that kind of night
Try to tell myself that my condition is improving
And if I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roaring Friday night

Yep, I’m quoting Buffett again. And it’s appropriate – click here for the rest of the lyrics. The first time I heard that song I had strep throat and laughed out loud because of the similarity. This time isn’t that bad, but overall I just feel bleh.

I don’t quite know what bug has gotten into me, but whatever it is, it’s a doosie. I’ve tried two different types of cold medicine and they haven’t done anything. As much as I hate to call out to work on January 14 (we only have 40 hours of sick time per year), but I’d be more of a hinderance than a help and I don’t know if I’d even be able to stay awake.

Here’s hoping your day goes better than mine!