My immune system is apparently comprised of Popsicle sticks, toilet paper, and a rubber band.
'Cause here it's another Saturday night and I've got a fever, the chills, feel like I'm walking in quicksand and just short of begging to be taken out of my misery.
I'm gonna blame the freezing temperatures, high wind, and snow we've had over the last 5 days.
That or that suspicious looking character with the "Black Sabbath" t-shirt and sandals that I waited on today.
Or the three walking petri dishes that live in my house and bring home more germs than an average public telephone every flipping day.
It's really a toss up.