As soon as I got home last night, I literally collapsed. I got into my bed and stayed there the next 18 hours. My body just stopped working. I was so sick, I couldn't even watch Scrubs. I couldn't even get up to make some of the nasty TheraFlu crap (I had to call my butler Jason to do that). I felt like a dog that just got hit by a car, laying there unable to move. It was pathetic.

I took a sick day from work today. Danny and I used to always think about doing the 'cough-cough, can't make it to work today' thing all the time. At least 3 times a week. But taking a real sick day isn't as much fun because it's not like I can enjoy my day away from work. I think this day has inspired me to take more fake sick days in the future.