I got a fever . . .

I think I have been asleep for 72 of the last 84 hours. What a way to end my vacation, by getting the flu and taking another four days off work/school. Do you think my department will remember me when I stroll in after three weeks of absence? If not, do I have any obligation to continue working there? As an added bonus, before the evil flu completely possessed my fragile little body, I had half-way decorated my house. For the holidays. So now there are Christmas decorations sitting everywhere, and empty boxes, and things out of place, and I am far too tired and ache-y to deal with it. My OCD mind might blow up soon if I don't get better fast enough to clean up.

Anyways, I have watched season seven of Friends, season one of Scrubs, and seasons one and two of Sex and the City. Who is the marketing genius that decided that absolutely no good television shows can be allowed on prime time on Wednesdays and Thursdays? I'll cut CSI some credit, but my Nyquil was kicking in a long time before that came on. And why is Joey still on?

Anyways, I'm feeling semi-better today, but my voice is still all Kathleen Turner-ed out and I'm still pretty stuff-headed. And a big thanks to Maryanne and Sarah for getting me some groceries the other day, since Pullman was hit with a snow storm and there's no way I could have managed to get my car out of the driveway while riding my Dayquil high. And another thanks to those two for not mocking my food choices. We all get weird cravings when we are sick, right?

On the bright side, we all realize what today is, yes? Light a candle, eat some Oreos, and say a little prayer of thanks.

Thanksgiving recap and Vegas updates to follow when I feel up to it.