*cough cough, sniffle, BLOW, cough....*

So i've officially caught the flu on Easter Weekend. Allow me to set the scene of my current situation: As I type, it's 11:19am and I'm still in my jammies, i'm lounging in a big fluffy chair in my living room, with all the lights out and the drapes pulled so the room looks very gloomy. The coffee table is littered with "wontons" (kleenex balls of snot), half-empty glasses of water, a bag of ricola, and a very dead vase of flowers from last weekend. On the couch lies my equally sick, equally crappy-feeling roomate, Erika and together, we bring the germ level of Apartment 1127 to toxic new levels. Finally, the television is playing a live feed of Condoleezza Rice's testimony to the September 11 Commission Hearing on C-Span.