Have you ever had a cold or flu so bad that it was like the curse of a thousand damned souls? Something so malevolent it must have been a creation of the old, jealous gods (maybe Norse... they were kind of wacky) who wanted to crush all joy out of day-to-day living while still forcing you to toil on? We're pretty sure that's what we've got. Now don't get us wrong, there are a lot of things much worse than the flu, but it seems that the one we've got came from someone who got bitten by the Grim Reaper's dog and didn't use antiseptic. It's like the One Flu, forged in the fires of Mt. Doom, and the only way to get rid of it is to battle large viral armies hand-to-hand, using only fruit juice and an epic musical score that might win you an Oscar. So far we've already got the Oscar, but nothing else.

On the plus side, the editor's mom brought us soup and popsicles! Luckily for you, that was enough to stave off the Nefarious Rampaging Plague of Vile Evil Plauginess long enough to get us out of bed and get a Drink of the Week going. So enjoy, because we're going back to bed. After a popsicle.