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I'm officially sick of being sick. Yes, mark it down people. losir is tired of feeling like a Mac truck just did a three point turn on top of him.

First it was the ol' upchuck and flush. Now, I have a massive sore throat that just seem to have swelled up around my neck like a watermelon stuck in my food pipe.

I don't know if I can take much more. Well I guess I could, but I'm one hundred percent decidedly sour, and it's more than just my average cheery in the morn self. I'm talking grade "A", number one, off the wrong side of a King size bed, Rosie O'donell being made to come out sour. And I haven't shaved in five days.

It would be okay too if I could start eating regular again, but in the span of four days, I've had a total of three soft taco supremes from Taco Smell, two bagels with herb and garlic creamcheese - with tomato, and finally, two bowls of half-congee rice. That's it. That is all. In the span of four days peeps. Nasty.

I've lost about a good two-three pounds, showing really prominently on my cheeks. Although now I have perfect jaw bone structure, the rest of my body has suffered as well. My back is so devoid of muscle, I feel like a too-well done side of baby back ribs, off an anerexic pig.

I can't even hit the gym, as my muscles (and I'm using it strictly as a medical term) just don't have enough nutrient to be much use. Sure I could lift some weights. But the last time I checked, my bones aren't supposed to be growing anymore. That's as big (small) as they get.

This illness better pass soon, or else, "pencil neck geek" will once again be my first, middle, and last name.

....I think my fart set off the fire alarm yesterday. posted by losir at 12:15 PM