The FLU has befallen, and I can't get up.

My choice for the last four days has been to sleep or to breathe. I have chosen to breathe. Ah, to sleep perchance to dream... I am dreaming about getting out of bed. This germ infested, snot infused, cough suppressant stained platform of boredom. I promise to return soon. Cheers from the sickbed, which is a step up from the deathbed it was a day ago.