I totally have the swine flu. Or a swine cold. Or maybe swine malaise. Whatever I have, it is not making me happy. It is making me tired and achy. I do not want a cheeseburger. I do not want even one. I do not want the delicious chili I am making for the children. I want to curl up in that not-very-comfortable bed which I do not hate at all, and sleep and sleep until I feel better.
Instead I will wait until it is a reasonable hour and then I will curl up in my own very, very comfortable big lonesome bed, and sleep until morning stops me from sleeping any more.
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