Wednesday, March 05, 2008

101.5 degrees.

This means WAR.

I have prescription-strength ibuprofen, Zicam, chicken soup, and a mini-water-cooler that holds the proverbial eight glasses of water that we're supposed to consume in a day. I am knocking this freaking bug out before I get on that freaking plane next week, if it's the last freaking thing I do.

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