Ugh. I want to die- so I spent the last few days in San Fran hanging it with some friends and going to GDC parties- it was a lot of fun. Exceeeeept for the little bit were I discovered the guy I was rooming with down in San Fran had just got over this insanely bad super cold/flu.

I fly back friday and by the time I make it to my door I have a fever of 104 and I'm starting to hallucinate (which is _NOT_ fun let me tell you). The kicker in all this? I'm supposed to leave for the Cook Islands tomorrow- if I haven't kicked this cold by then (or at least be on the recovery side) I'm screwed.

Damn you Greg! Damn you!