*cough* *hack* *snorfle*

Yes, I have the plague. Or the creeping crud. Or something equally horrible. It slammed into me on Friday after nearly a week of successfully being kept at bay (cold sores are annoying, but they're a great early warning system for these sorts of things). I keep starting to feel better, apparently overdoing it and then feeling worse the next day... and this weekend was the worst time for it, since my in-laws were visiting. And I like my in-laws... I would have much rather visited with them, instead of sleeping for most of Friday and Sunday. Blech.

Hopefully tomorrow it will have cleared up some more and WON'T move into my lungs, as these sorts of things are wont to do.

So, that's why I've been so quiet. When I haven't been sleeping, I've been watching television or playing Solitile and very occasionally checking my flist with very little hope of keeping up on things.

And now, snagged from several people on my flist:

( Ten Top-Five Television Lists )