Sick

This sucks. I'm sick. I feel like crap. I knew waking up on Monday morning I was going to be sick. Sure enough, I was right. Good news though: I finally got my Zombie Survival Guide back! Bad news: I'm exhibiting symptoms of Solanum, the virus responsible for creating the undead. Body aches, chills, headache, and dry cough. All symptoms of Solanum. I told Lisa I was counting on her to kill me before I returned as one of the undead to which she enthusiastically agreed to, but I found out she didn't have a gun (what kind of Texan is she??). She suggested bashing me over the head with a blunt object, but she doesn't have the upper body strength for it and it wouldn't be a quick death for yours truly. She said Lonnie would probably do it. He probably would. In fact, he would probably enjoy it a little too much now that I think about it. Why are my friends so eagar to kill me??



Oh well. I guess I'll find out tomorrow morning if I am destined to join the ranks of the undead. This sucks. What really sucks though is being really horny and being too sick to do anything about it. Hunh... I'll blame the Nyquil for that outburst.