I hate being sick, especially the kind of sick where you still want to do things, but don't have the energy to do them, but you also can't sleep through the sickness. Instead, you are a sniffly/sneezy/achey/hot/cold/crabby mess.
At least my boss ordered me to go home.
And I have the best roommates ever...one of them is out getting me soup right now!
So I'll be back (with pictures of my new haircut!) when I'm a-feeling a-better.