I am not going to die, I am not going to die, I am not going to die.
It just feels that way.
In fact it is just a nasty fevery achy flu.
But I am not going to die.
But I am very out of the Sock Madness running, for which The Big Boy has been thanking all manner of deities because now perhaps I will start taking care of myself. But I think someone else has to do that at this point because I just want to lay here on the floor. The floor is good. Cool and gooooooood.