mom, could you get me some of those flintstones chewable morphine?

I have been sick as a dog with some kind of death-flu since Sunday. Which sucks for two major reasons:
a) I had TWO finals this week, and studying while sick is so, so sucky
b) I didn't even have the satisfaction of contracting this sickness from eating a submarine sandwich that I kept from the company picnic

Also, if you are from the Caribbean and you get sick, you end up swigging medicines that come in boxes like this:

See that thing that looks like a furry ass? The box identifies it as an "African sea-coconut". I don't know what the fuck that is, but I've been drinking this goddamn Singaporean voodoo medicine because apparently my Uncle Lolly gave it to my Cousin Dotsie and it totally cured her cough when NOTHING ELSE would. You know the NyQuil is kicking in when you're taking the testimony of relatives named Lolly and Dotsie. I'm only glad my Aunt Doodoo and Cousin Pinky didn't ring in on this.

And now, I just saw Christian Hobbes in a Labatt's Blue commercial. I think I'm going back to sleep. *g*