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I hate being sick. My throat is really dry and coughing is excruciating. How did I manage to avoid all the previous rounds of the creeping death flu only to get sick now? And in addition to feeling like crap, I hate how whiny I get when I'm not feeling well. I just want someone to tuck me in under the blankets and bring me soup and tell me I'm going to be better soon. Basically, I want my mommy. =(

Could be worse, this could have been a Boston weekend.

80s pop overload

Couple hours in bed with some hot tea, a new book and a nap seem to have made me at least somewhat functional again. Tons of vitamin C, I think I'm up to a total of 18 grams so far today and still haven't hit my tolerance level, which tells me that I'm Definitely Sick.

I found a net radio station (cyberradio.com's "80s Pop Hits") that has Baltimora's "Tarzan Boy" on their playlist, which thrills me beyond words. I am such a dork. =) Oh god, "Pac Man Fever". And Donnie Osmond's "Soldier of Love", "Somebody's Watching Me", "I Wanna Be a Cowboy". And Bon Jovi and Human League and Cutting Crew and INXS and Rick Springfield and Def Leppard and New Order and Chris DeBurgh and Slade and and and...my head's gonna explode. I love this stuff. :)

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I'm realizing that I can still sing along with the majority of these songs, even though I haven't heard most of them in more than a decade. Think about all the important stuff that could be stored in my brain if I didn't already have it full of the lyrics to "When Your Heart is Weak" or "Sister Christian" or "Only in My Dreams". Oy.