it's cold, isn't it?

i have 3 layers of pants on, a tshirt, a sweater over that, and 2 blankets over me at this point. and honestly, i'm still kinda cold. see? i really am sick.

i've downed a few airborne drinks, and went through probably a few gallons of water, but still i'm sore and weak. if this were me 5 yrs ago, i would've sweated it out after a few hours and now would be playing golf or watching porn. but apparently, with age comes the extended healing time.

so it's 3pm, and with the exception of actually going out to get some food, i've been bundled up all day, cursing the cause of my illness. it's got to be the damn metro, with all the weirdos on it.

fuck this getting old and getting sick shit. and now, if you'll excuse me, i need to go pee, send out an email to coworkers to appear as if i'm working, then pass out, covered by a mountain of heat keeping crap.