So when I get home last night I find one of my younger brothers is sick. Fever, cough, sore throat, all the things that scream 'flu!' I shake my head and continue on with business as normal. This morning, I wake up achy-sore something fierce, but I shake it off and go to breakfast. As I stumble through that lovely ritual, my brother gets home. Turns out he has the fucking flu - no, no, not just a cold, but the real influfuckingenza. So I shake my head again and go through the morning - a coughing, light headed, sneezy morning.
Fuck. I'm getting the flu 6 days before Christmas? Fuck.