Bleargh.

For the past three years or so, certainly thanks to my (mostly) regular gym attendance, I am hit far less frequently by colds and the like. When I do ail, it feels as if I'm shouldering into a stiff wind that passes fairly quickly--i.e. I get slightly sick, mostly worn out, and it's over in two or three days.

About once a year, though, out of nowhere a bug clotheslines me, sends me ass over teakettle, and then looms over me, doing a Mr. T impression: "Donchoo git up, suckah!" growling as it makes me crawl meekly back to bed.

Right. As soon as I can, I'm crawling away from work and meekly back to bed.

Or at least to my couch: I have a midterm tomorrow.