I can't drink another drop.

I hate being sick. As I am not sick all that often, when I do finally go down, I go down hard. And currently I feel like Wile E. Coyote at the bottom of a tall cliff two feet in the ground with small annoying birds tweetleing around my head. I tried in vain to sleep last night, but that didn't work out so well. I learned the hard way why you are supposed to take prescription musinex in the morning, rather than directly before staring at the ceiling all night. On that note, I have been drinking copious amounts of water trying to break up the shit that is now permanently lodged in my chest. When I finally floated into the bathroom this afternoon, I was still drinking water, even while getting rid of the gallons of water already in me. And please, let me have another fever, that's a blast. When I finally quit coughing long enough to sleep, I woke up wrapped in three blankets shivering my ass off. Thankfully that didn't last long, as the next time I woke up I was sweating the buckets full of water I had consumed.

Oh what fun.

So basically what I am getting at is that it is now time for chicken soup. I can't eat chicken soup any other time without feeling sick, because I only eat chicken soup when I feel as bad as I do today. Damn Pavlov!