How fitting is it that on what would've been my 10th anniversary, I am sick as the proverbial dog? Yes, I too have caught the TWH Plague of Death. I woke up this morning feeling as though my lungs wanted out and my head was going to implode, so I called in sick, which I really, REALLY did not want to do seeing as I'd been out for a week already. So I went back to bed at 9 am - and woke up again at 5:30 pm. *facepalms* Yes, definitely quite ill. I want hot and sour soup, but there's no chance I'm venturing out of the house for anything until tomorrow at the earliest. Instead, I'm going back to my kleenex and aimless chatting until it's time for more chicken soup and bed again. Woe.