You KNOW you're sick when.....

.... you listen to the Spice Girls. It's that damn commercial, the bank or credit card one where the chick makes her husband drive the car, blasting music (Wannabe by the Spice Girls) as she jogs, b/c clearly they can't afford an iPod. (right, that's a pretty nice car, betcha can afford a shuffle, even I can) Wonder if the company whose commercial that is would be disappointed to learn that instead of signing up for whatever they are shilling out, I made iTunes .99 richer?

Well anyway, it's now gotten to the point where my head is staging battle with my throat which is asking for assistance from my ears, who is demanding backing from my nose, making the rest of my body say "you guys go right ahead, the arms can't even be bothered to pick up a glass of OJ, so we're just gonna sit tight".

In other words: Think I'll take some pills.