makes me ill

There is some alien force at work in my body: a combination sore throat, some imbalance of estrogen and progesterone, and maybe a fever (although my cheap plastic thermometer says no... I'm regretting not buying the more expensive one). I imagine that whatever is wrong with me, there is some mutant germ swimming down my bloodstream, and he is angry, and looks like this:

He may also be angry because, instead of sleeping all day like I should have, I sat trying to hash out my resume for way (way) longer than I care to admit.

I'm done with this day. Time for some dinner, then to watch The Wizard of Oz or some other happy-no-brainer in bed until I fall asleep.