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Well thanks to this "wonderful" cold/bronchitis/deathly illness that I have, here are the things that I didn't get to do this weekend:

I didn't get to play in the poker tournament on Saturday for Joe's birthday. I didn't get to get all dressed up for the Pimp's and Ho's party on Saturday night. I didn't get to leave the bar at 6 in the morning with my friends. And I didn't get to go to the gym and run my 10km. Actually, I can't even walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like my chest is going to explode. So three cheers for crappy weekends. Hip hip *&$* Hip hip *#$) Hip hip #$&.....

I did, however, get to spend almost 48 hours in bed this weekend. I started to watch Juno and fell asleep through it. I started to watch Dirty Dancing and fell asleep through it, and I started to watch Across the Universe (twice) and fell asleep through it (twice).

And for anybody who thinks I'm being a little melodramatic over all of this I have two things to say to you: 1) I almost NEVER complain about being sick (hangovers don't count) and 2) Come here and let me breathe my germs all over you and see how much you like it.