I can't distract myself any longer. No Farmville or chicken blogging. I can't turn my face to the sun and tell myself that all is well because it is not. I am getting sicker. I am getting so sick that words like "anti-viral" and "overwhelm" are grafittied in my dreams. Nightmares really. Angry. I'm angry. I'm bottled rage that can't run it off around the block or push it out of me.