Viruses and Bad Dreams

Viruses are slimy little shits. Little balls of protein wrapped around just enough DNA so when they hijack some other innocent cell by injecting their DNA into the nucleus they can reproduce themselves. It sort of microbiological rape. But anyway, the kids brought home yet another virus from school which passed from my son Darth Spoilboy to my daughter Miss Wiggles and now to me. Dragonwife wasn't infected leading me to assume this virus only infects warm blooded animals. If I disappear after this post and you never hear from me again she will have seen that last sentence or one of my kids will have sold me out.
So when the bug hit me Thursday night I got chills, a slight cough, dizziness when I got up from sitting or laying down, and body aches. Made it through Friday at work by hiding in the shop laying next to a surgical table that I had the base cover off. A nearby flashlight, multimeter, and screwdriver made it look like I was doing something if the odd co-worker happen to stick their head inside. Once the door squeaked as it was opened I quickly grabbed my screwdriver and made like I was busy.
I've been chugging the Ny-Quil to get at least some rest but the dreams have been freaky. Last night I dreamed that Romney and Palin were up in a tree kissing with the "First Dude" hovering nearby looking over her shoulder. Bush and McCain were down below both dressed as Carmen Miranda doing the tango. Didn't rest good that night and may hit the tequila tonight just to avoid their next performance.