*whine*

I just was sick! It's not time for me to be sick again! And now is not the time for Contac not to work!

And even worse. Mike made me a drink last night, hot and lemony, and when I came downstairs, I told him he should have put rum in it. He looked at me. Turns out, he put TWO OUNCES of GOOD RUM in it. I didn't taste it. It's all wasted on me.

Grumble grumble grumble... Off to bed again.