Being sick makes me a wholly irrational creature, especially because I've been sick for an entire fucking week. Longer, kind of. This just needs to end. Granted, the way I've been dealing with the sick has generally been to go out at night until and and get up early to do lots of work, so maybe there are a couple of clues buried somewhere in there. But. I *hate* being sick. And it reduces me to a level of irrationality that you only usually see in people who are both six years old and mostly asleep and a huge wonking brat.

I. Hate. It.

I'm seriously going to hold my breath until I turn blue or get better and throw a temper tantrum and throw things and I really just want to stop feeling so *awful* is that so complicated? Give me my health back! Now! Now! Now!

*sigh*

Dammit.