Gahhh I hate being sick.

So…it’s been a while. First, sorry for the lame lack of posting this week. Those of you who live and die by my words must have had a rough go of things. (Suuuure, Justine.)

All I can say is that for the better part of the last 48 hours, I felt like death, so you’ll just have to be satisfied with that punishment for the shoddy blogging. If that doesn’t satisfy you…well…then you’re just a sadist, aren’t you?

But I really was sick. Some kind of plague is going around my office that starts out with some innocuous congestion and progresses into a knock-you-on-your-rear-fever-with-body-aches-and-general-discomfort-and-exhaustion bug. It is, shall we say, unpleasant. I even left early Wednesday and took Thursday off. So I’m serious, this illness doesn’t mess around. I even used my fool-proof Drug Store Cold-Killing Emergency Kit:

But to no avail. I got sick. And I got sick good.

Even today, I’m not quite 100 percent, but the WORLD MUST GO ON. (Or so they keep telling me.) So I’m back at work, and back at the blog. You’re welcome.

Unfortunately, nothing all that exciting happens when you’re home sick, slipping in and out of consciousness. So…yes. The whole point of this post was to tell you that I’m back to blogging without actually blogging. GOT YA.