Pity Party

I'm sick. Really sick. Voice-gone, achy-all-over, coughing-up-a-lung sick. Bryan and Cooper had it, then Phoebe, now me. Peter remains unscathed.

The worst part of this particular illness (other than not being able to rest and recuperate) is that I can't sleep. I lie in bed, almost asleep, then jump up choking and coughing. Too much information?

Tonight I'm doing my dishes instead of not sleeping. I'd definitely prefer to be blissfully slumbering, but I figure if I can't sleep anyway, I might as well be productive.

Okay, rant over.