Typical

First Ethan was sick- like FOREVER, dude.

Then Ian decided he’d experiment with this whole “cold thing”. He didn’t like it so much and gave it up for his usual routine of odd behaviors.

Then Mark came down with “the bug” and was sick for a week, which was way too long.

So now it’s 12:55am on a Saturday morning. Ian’s been asleep for five hours STRAIGHT. (Little cuss never did this when Battlestar Galactica was on Friday nights). Ethan’s in bed. Mark’s in bed. Katya is in bed. Hell, even the mold is in bed.

And I’m awake. Shivering. Head hurts. Hungry, but feel like puking so don’t dare eat. Throat’s on fire. Nose is running.

Oh… good.