Second verse. Same as the first. A little bit louder, and a whole lot worse.

This feeling is extremely familiar. Sore throat, congestion, general malaise. I was terribly determined that after the swine flu, I was done being sick for the season. I was even more determined not to repeat last year's festival of antibiotics. Chances are starting to look a bit slim. For now, I'm giving it a couple of days to see if I can kick it on my own. Yesterday going home at 3:30 to drink a warm concoction of lemon juice, honey, cinnamon, and bourbon while curled up in several quilts watching Big Love seemed to help temporarily. Unfortunately, there are several reasons that plan is not really sustainable for any length of time. For one, I'm out of Big Love episodes. Anyone care to bet on when the first bacterial colonies become visible on my tonsils?