I may come off a a big ol' man of manliness. But I turn into a whiny little 4 year old when I'm under the weather. And right now I'm so far under I need expectorant and a shovel.

There will be no picture of me in a hawaiian shirt, as I'm not going to class today. I am currently balled up under a pile of blankets, typing on my laptop like some sort of rare blogging hermit crab. And I pray for the sweet sweet release of death.

Someone SING SOFT KITTY, DAMMIT!