Another Justin Falls Ill

Last week, JR blogged about the ickiness (as an English minor, I can assure you this is the only appropriate word) of waking up sick. Apparently this week its my turn. Is there some sinister plot out to get the Justins by making them suffer by being sick?? Dum Dum Dum...

Probably not. I just like the chance to add sinister music-y wording to my posts. 

My back aches. My head is stuffy. I can't breathe. I feel meh. 

Of course, it should be noted that this could just be from late-night sleeping contortions, too many cigarettes, and not having my morning/afternoon/whatever time I wake up coffee. But I'm guessing no. Usually a shower will help invigorate me when I'm feeling blah. So it should come as no surprise that today when I need a hot shower the most, the fates decide to not allow this to happen (reason no. 569 I hate the winter: frozen pipes). 

So it looks like today I will be breaking my fashion rules and bundling up, kicking back orange juice (do you still get the Vitamin C if its in mimosa form? This is something I've always wondered) and having an American Dad marathon. At least there is one perk of being unemployed--I don't have to call in sick and come back to a mountain of paper work. 

--JW