I guess this is one way of staying out of temptation's way a week before the wedding.
Seriously, though. The flu stinks. Big time.
That is all.
PS--Bless mothers. My mom took me to the emergency room this morning. At 6 am. And waited the whole time through.
PPS--Bless fiancees. Erin brought me chicken soup, Riccola, a cookie, and some hugs. I don't know if I can love her more than I do right now.
PPPS--I'm fine. Nothing a little Tamiflu, NyQuil, and Ibuprofen can't fix.