Yuck

So I tried to find a poem about cold viruses but couldn't. But Esh remembered the following from one of his books from years ago("Lunch Money.." by Carol Shields http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780140558906&itm=1). I am not sure exactly how close we are remembering the poem but... I will update the poem when I find the book.

"I dibn't go to school today
Mom looked at me and said
No way...
I hab a terrible cold."

All I want to do today is lay in bed with my laptop and play Riven. The fate of a 55 year old woman struck down by life's small scourge.