Seriously, Sick

Yes, the head cold has blown up and the world is far away. I recede deep into the cranial capacitor and watch the world move slowly by through foggy eyes. Then again, it is me slowing down. Down. Down. Chills. Aches. Nose dripping non-stop. Crushing the energy. It's all in the mind, I know, and I am letting it go. See the rules of the pity party, if you can find them.

Work in spite of it all. Two germophobes spray disinfectant in my wake.

It would almost be funny if I was not dying.

Still getting fatter too.

Narf.