The Terrorist's plan to make us sniffle to death

I'm sick. Again. This sickness is my fourth of the season and I'm just, well, sick of it.

I had the sniffly, stuffy, sore-throaty, coughing thing first, then the damn Norwalk or it's look-alike -- the one that makes you project things from both ends for two days -- then back to the sniffly-coughing thing, and after a little over a week's relief, back to something just like it once again. I made a joke to my friend Rebecca a few weeks ago about how it's all a terrorist plot, how they wouldn't do anything big and obvious in New York City this time, like put anthrax in the subways or plan another kamikaze plane ride into a building...nah, this time they'd send a cranky little virus out into the water supply, nothing that'd kill you right away, nothing that would raise a red flag at the CDC, but something that would make your immune system decay slowly...until some point where you were too weak to recover at all.

This seems less like a joke to me today. I shuffle my sniffly self about the apartment in the same damn jammies I've been sporting for two days, high on Thera-Flu and Zinc and megavitamins and Matte...and it's not so funny anymore.