Fender Bender at the intersection of dreaming and reality

I woke up at 5:30 after tossing and turning for a while. I couldn't sleep.

Couldn't stop seeing Peyton Manning torch the Bears Defense. Couldn't escape the wretched play calling by the Bears Offense and Defense. Couldn't flee everyone from the coronation of Tony Dungy.

What's worse is that I woke up with a fever and a wretched sore throat. And it's cold. Really fucking cold. I called in sick today and I will not go to class either.

I'm staying inside and not coming out today unless I run out of Scotch there is a damn good reason.