You Are About to Enter the Sick Zone.

Welcome to the my lair! (Insert evil laugh here.)

It's filled with tissues that have been used multiple times over. They litter the floor around me and threaten to take over my tiny world.

I shuffle around with a cocktail of Dayquil, Mucinex and ibuprofen. This cold is kicking my ass. I've cried "uncle" many times over and it still keeps enforcing Dragon Whips on me. Last night at 1:18 a.m. and desperate from a rousing fight with my lungs and a coughing fit that threatened to wake my entire house I chugged the kids Chestal cough suppressant in triple dose. Homeopathic honey-ed goodness. I think it worked. It was either that or the Last Call with Carson Daly and surfing Prizey that did the trick.

The juice is gone. There are still no cough drops in the house and my nose looks like someone tried to shave it raw underneath.

On a positive note, I wore pants yesterday for the first time in four days. Yeah, pants! I still didn't do my hair though. To think that I have to clean my house, buy birthday presents, shop for food and make all that food for The Comedian's first birthday Saturday and I honestly have no idea how on earth it will all get done. Too bad I can't waste time tweeting about it. Heh.


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