Crook

I've had the wierdest flu in the planet.
It just sits inside of me and does bloody nothing. I slept for days and days and missed work and fun over the weekend and the bugger is still in me.

Last night I woke at 4. I decided to get worried about all the stuff I have to do. I decided to get worried about the wind. To worry about the drought. The dams. North Korea. The dishes. Work. And why I was not sleeping.

For a moment there I turned into my mother. See, it's very wierd this flu.