I Want My Mommy!

Started feeling wonky on Sunday. By yesterday morning it was all over - The Flu Had Arrived. When I'm sick, like this, I still just want My Lovely Mother's presence, her hand on my forehead gauging my fever, her voice saying softly, 'How are doing?' What I mostly remember about yesterday, though, is that I accidentally left the TV a) turned on, and b) tuned in to whatever channel it is that shows American's Next Top Model reruns, and so every time I woke up, I seemed to be catching the latest elimination. Lots of bawling ANTM model rejects. Lots of funky odd dreams as a result of bawling model rejects.

Today, my back is so sore from laying in bed all day yesterday that I'm attempting to sit up for awhile. It's not working because then my queasy stomach starts rising into my throat even though there's nothing in it, and my head hurts/pounds so much I only want to go lay down. I think today is going to be a very long day, but I can promise the TV will not be tuned into another ANTM marathon. ANNOYING ! ! ! P.S. Somehow, even in my stupor, I did manage to pick the woman who actually won the contest. This young lady's name is Saleisha, and I thought she seemed very Halle Berry-esque. That is a quality I would love to have more of: Halle Berry-esque-ness.

But first I have to go lay down.