Woe is me...

This post is brought to you by the awesome MrB and his wireless networking. I can now sit in bed, hacking my guts up and feeling decidedly seedy, and yet continue to inflict my annoyingness on the blogging fraternity!

Hee!!!
(And that's not just the lack of food/ overuse of paracetamol/ flu-related deliriousness talking)

I guess it had to happen. After all, one doesn't have 4 sick kiddies and get away unscathed does one? No. One doesn't.

On Tuesday night I was happily sitting on the kitchen floor chatting to the RevJen, discussing among other things:

• dinner plans for this friday night (NOT in doubt. I'll just sit there and quietly fade away)
• the AWESOMENESS of Die Hard 4.0 (This is a recurrent theme right now)
• the AWESOMENESS of Hot Fuzz
• the AWESOMENESS of the Clergywife sticking it to the Man
• the snot-factories that are our children
• how happy I am with my new fringe (remind me to post a photo later)

and feeling just fine and dandy... so then I toddle off to bed to do the SMH crossword as is my daily ritual and

WHAMMO!

suddenly I was just Pain and Suffering personified. It was weird. And y'know, painful.

Sore throat and shivering yuckiness. And an insane headache. But that seems to be the accessory of the season for me.

I spent the day sleeping yesterday, apart from sneaky excursions to the computer to leave cryptic and vague comments on people's blogs.

Right now I'm sitting in bed, listening to Augie March, crushing on this man:


Because he's a gobby so-and-so, and really Glenn Richards lyrics can wash over you, but my heart is beating to David William's drums right now.