And it's no big surprise. Cutting down on my sleep and adding a 180 mile round trip commute to my day has been hell on my immune system. I've been shuffling around the house all day in my bathrobe, very feverish and fucked up. I think I have SARS. Well, OK, I don't have SARS, but it's some kind of flu and it sucks. Add to the suckiness that my new job is a contract job, so I don't get paid if I don't show up. Sick days do not exist. Brian has pneumonia and he is home and feverish and fucked up in his own house. Every once in a while we call each other on the phone, wake each other up, mumble something inchoherent, and hang up.