the crud

call it con-crud, the 911 plague, or even "the sickies", i've got it. 

loosing my voice off and on.  chest congestion.  sneezes.  the works.  i've called in to work the last two days.  and i'm the type of person that doesn't call in if i can possibly help it. 

i'm ill.

i do hope you weren't expecting some grand opus from me today.  not gonna happen.  i can't be brilliant all the time.  and if you 've been reading this, you know i can't be brilliant even half of the time. 

i'm going back to bed now before i say something truly stupid.  or type.  whatever.