The last few weeks have been a fight to keep my immune system high. It seems like everyone around me has had some ailment or another. Jason was bedridden for almost and entire week during Christmas but I managed to not catch it from him due to his self-imposed quarantine. I was certain Julie would catch it and give it to me. Even after a week of her being the sweet girlfriend nurse nurturing her boyfriend back to health, she amazingly didn't even get the sniffles. Better yet, she wasn't a carrier giving it to me.

Work, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. One of my coworkers has sounded like she's been at death's door since she returned from the holidays. She insists she's not contagious but I have already informed my boss that if she gives me cooties, there will be heated civil litigation and I expect to file workman's comp forms. Boss Lady took my threat lightly UNTIL she got sick earlier this week and issued an email to "stop spreading this around."

The worst is when I see people with their little Germ Babies® out in public. Put those things back in the pod man! Germ Babies remind me of an episode of Invader Zim where he was OBSESSED with germs and Gir was the main source of them. I bet if I had Zim's germ googles, all Germ Babies would be glowing in oozy green color. Ick.

But I digress.

I take my vitamins. (MAN, do I take vitamins!) I wash my hands. I have Lysol and hand sanitizer (I don't care what people say...hand sanitzer is like Liquid Jesus™ in my book.) and yet today I felt a slight tinge of illness.

Very slight.

In fact, it's already passed. But I'm starting to wonder if that's just the Coming Attraction before the Feature Presentation starts. I know this sounds stupid but I am SO not in the mood to get sick right now. It will probably hit me over the weekend and instead of frolicking and whatnot I will be bedridden.

But then again maybe not. My illnesses tend to hit me in Februarys. Februarys — short though they are — for me typically suck.