Ron's Brain

Everything was fine this morning. I got up, showered, got dressed, made my lunch, fought the Balrog, poured some coffee, kissed the wife, and drove in to work. After about an hour, I began to feel a bit off. But then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Bricks covered in some nasty virus. And as the bricks hit, they scattered the virus down portions of my alimentary canal, causing a wooziness that I didn't particularly enjoy, along with cold sweats. "This," I thought, "is unusual." I decided to pack it up for the day.

So, here I am, a day later, and I'm past the random fever and nausea phase, and am now in the dizziness and aching phase. Oh yeah. I'm going to get some rest now, and see if that helps. Wish me luck.