Gah...

I've spent the entire day holding back something that's between a burp, a puke, a cough and a sneeze. I now understands what cats go through with the hairballs.

Called in sick, and I know that there will be hell to pay for that later, but right now I don't give a crap. Bastards. I shall come back to crap giving and a hole where my desk should be.

Good.

Woke up before my alarm clock this morning, by something like an hour, and then laid there awake, and sore, and tired. At some point I realized that the trash collector was coming round, but really, didn't want to deal with it. So I lay there, and mom dealt with the trash. Thank you mom.

After crashing out again, I woke up to the wonderful sounds of The Godfather. So I woke up, sneezing and snorting, and going hot and cold and watched. Had been a while. Would have been better had I not been coughing up my left lung.

Mom came home early to learn that the stupid insurance company had messed up something, so off she and granny left. Woot.

They get back, and grandma is a bit scratched up: She had fallen down over a hidden step in front of the insurance agency. Lovely. Both sha and my mom thought that she'd broken something. She hit the ground hard and slid like a foot. But wonderfully, she's okay.

But she's been coughing up her own lung, and I think that mom is avoiding it like a Kung Fu Cold Master. Good for her.

But for now, the only good thing that I've got goig for myself is watching the patheticness that is American Idol. Wow. These people are nuts.

And one would say that *I'm* sick.