after spending the weekend mostly doing very little in the hope that it might make me feel less like death on a tick, I now feel like death on a stick...with a hacking cough and boots to match.

Mike said that we're getting to old to do this shit any more (referring to the shit from the weekend before). I have to say, right now I tend to agree with him. but i can guarantee that there will be a next time for both of us, so it's a very nice hypothesis but that is all it is.

Off to the doctor this afternoon to make sure that the hacking cough isn't going to turn into enphysemia. With a bit of luck he/she will give me some magic pills and make everything better.