UNCLE BOB NEEDS HIS REST TODAY, KIDS

I am feeling ultra lousy today.

There's a stomach virus going around that Andrew has had off and on and I apparently got it between 10:30 a.m. and 12:30 p.m. yesterday as I sat in a two-hour meeting. By the time the meeting was over, I was sweating more than Martha Stewart at a court hearing.

I came home, climbed into bed and shivered although my skin was hot to the touch.

And it comes in waves. For a few hours I'll feel like crap on a stick, bundled up in the bed and then for a few hours I'll feel like it's all over and be kicking the covers off for cold air.

My body aches.

I want to cry.

Anyway, so instead of an actual entry, you get a website courtesy of Wendigo, who incidentally went home sick yesterday as well, but I don't think it was the same thing as me. She sounded like Demi Moore on a cocaine binge.

Anyway, she's all about fancy dresses and such and she has managed to find the world's ugliest prom dress for pregnant teens.

I have nothing to add to that.

I'm going back to bed as the room has resumed spinning here.