So I've got a 101 degree fever. I'm sweating like a pig, my pajamas are soaked as is the mattress. And all this has been going on during a huge stressor involving my agent, my YA book and a certain NYC publishing house. Last night I put together my notes on the 2nd and 3rd books in the trilogy and so, they probably make no sense whatsoever.
It's times like this that I almost wish I had a salaried job that I could call in sick to.
So...this is me calling in sick.
But I have some questions for you.
1. Who the hell came up with that vile Theraflu?
2. What should I do when I track down the person who gave me this virus?
3. Won't someone please come over around noon to make me chicken noodle soup?