Apparently I'm not thinking right, because I just flipped the Theraflu bottle over, sending gobs into the sink, oh, and some on the spoon, too. I feel wretched darling, just wretched. I was really hoping to finish reading my book but the house is a wretched mess. What? Not tired of the word wretched, yet? Okay... Just kidding.
I wonder who my crazies are out there who work while sick anyway. I'm going to try to. Wish me luck!!! Hey, I could curl up on the couch, a bottle of Theraflu in one hand, a coke in the other, book on my lap and tissue on the side table...wait, where does my pen go?