I'm home sick today. I hope I didn't need lungs, because I've been in the process of coughing them up for the last several hours. This is horrible. I can't work, can't run, can't sleep except for in short, fitful, coughy spurts, can't go get my hair cut today. All I can do is take Tylenol Cold and watch backlogged TiVo and -- on the bright side -- finish the book Jake loaned me before they move away forever. I hate being sick. I need entertainment here, and I'm not sure I have the attention span to be properly entertained.
One thing I do not hate is cheese, and I'm feeling somewhat disappointed in you all and your inability to step up to the cheese rating plate. Just yesterday I was thinking about all the great bread+cheese combinations enjoyed the world over: grilled cheese! quesadillas! pizza! every kindergartener's favorite, cheese and crackers! enchiladas! cheese omelettes and toast! macaroni (cut me some slack here) and cheese!
Now if only I had an appetite.