"I CANNOT GO TO SCHOOL TODAY, SAID LITTLE PEGGY ANN MCKAY...'

In the middle of the epic-ly confusing first episode of the Season 6 premiere of LOST last night, I got the flu.

Literally, just like that.

There I was, watching the show (mind blown like the rest of you mofos), when this wave of nausea rolled over me like a goddamned sneeze. I went from "totally fine" to "I wish I were dead, make it stop" in about 11 seconds.

Greg has had this flu shit for the past two days, and I had just assumed that I'd powered through not catching it.

Yeah, well I was totally fucking wrong.

I actually think we might have the norovirus, which I caught two winters ago and had a similarly shitty time with. Symptoms are pretty much the same, as is the feeling of "wake me up when this is over."

Anyway, here's where we stand:

*Number of new posts written for today: 0

*Number of posts needing to be edited/published from our kickass group of contributors: 5

*Number of times I've barfed since last night at 10:30pm: lost count...6 or 7?

*Number of bad reality TV shows I watched in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep from all the barfing: 2 (Kell on Earth and Project Runway).

I'm going back to bed....