We are sick!

That is physically, although it does often become a mental disposition too. Some weird flu bug has caught round all my friends... and no, not me who started it! I am only just getting the early waves that has led to my current drug induced hazy stupor. So woe is me! Any chums want an MC? Well, come and hang out with me then!

Being under the weather physically also brings about the appalling feeling that the world is against you, and every ounce of unhappiness is greatly exaggerated (all drug induced too); you ARE really all alone; you have been cheated; and twenty years ago you should have received the first prize in public speaking competition but as you are a chink the Brits lose face - so gave the first prize to a blond haired blue eyed gay boi (who stuttered) instead...

Flu bugs are like being in a Tsunami. A totally destructive phenomena. Initially you have no idea what hits you, everything comes crashing down, protective barriers and immune systems all proving ineffective. Disorientation sets in.

The next day, you wake up and take a peek in the mirror... Aceh. So you start trying to patch up the worst visible bits, haul open the medicine chest, paint on the war paint all in a valiant effort to make one feel a little better, but often just makes the thing a whole lot worse. Make-up means, you have to maintain the bloody stuff throughout the day and act dainty. Earrings (which I love)... make my ears sore and itch. Drugs means you are in a stupor floating throughout the day spouting incoherent thoughts and all this effort for what? Only to find yourself with a bad case of the runs and parked on the throne in the middle of the night when you should be getting some serious shut eye...