MELLIPOP FEELS FLU-EY

Ok, so I'm calling in sick tonight, fellow Bloggers.

I can feel the flu coming on. Worst of all, Anton and I are scheduled to have dinner with my fabulous ex-boss tonight, who is in Perth on business. A rare opportunity to socialise. And I just want to sleep. I was below par at work today, noticeably quiet and devoid of my usual incessant idiotic banter, which made the day that much more intolerable.

Then I get home only to discover that the fucking dog has started eating the couch, having been shut out of the bedroom during the day. I was going to post a pic, but there is no really compelling reason to do so. I don't think Mellipop needs any more pictures of shredded foam.

What Mellipop really needs is industrial-strength pseudoephidrine and a good lie down.