I always knew my death would be lame.
Q: what do getting hit by a bus, bashing one's head on concrete, and drinking battery acid have in common?
A: they are all symptoms of the flu.
... I'm dying.
UPDATE:
Bob got mono at this exact. same. time last year!
Maybe it's the job(s). I can see how they would make one ill.
I must investigate: is it being news editor, or central bureau chief, that causes mono? Or is it the combination of the two? Hm. Curious.
posted by Tessa @ 15:45
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You have my deepest sympathies...and massive amounts of respect for having the strength and coherency to update your blog eighteen hundred times a day while you have the flu.
Sleeeeeeeeeep! Sleep is the most glorious thing that an overworked student journalist can ever imagine! Embrace it with your dying, strengthless hands and snore like you've never snored before!
But get drugs first. That'll help the sleep and make the dreams more interesting.
I agree with my most learned eastern collegue...sleep tessa. Sleep will cures what ails ya!