Blurg

I am dying, Egypt, dying. Or maybe it only feels that way. Dinsdale, the much unbeloved scion of my place of employment, came to work last week, snuffling and sneezing, and now at least six of us are sick as dogs. SICKER than dogs. As you may have guessed, I am one of them. I actually am staying home and dosing myself with massive amounts of Nyquil, Dayquil, and any other sort of Quil that may be available.

It isn't helping much.

So...between the phlegm and post nasal drip, I am currently plotting my revenge. And I can think of at least five other people who would be more than happy to join in my plot. Unfortunately, my drug-addled brain can only come up with things like giant wedding cakes, wherein, the top layer is filled with quicksand, and that's not really too practical right now. Can any of you think of anything better? Points for imagination as always!