at least i don't have a brain tumor?

i am in that state of constant illness that winter or chicago or, more realistically, just being brings out. it's always a little something. a little sore throat. a little sinus headache. a little ache in my lower back (technically, the third one should be funny. technically, i'm not in the mood). i stopped typing and sort of re-read what i wrote. this, i feel, falls much too neatly into the type of whining i'm constantly accused of and that i think is an easy and false characterization. i'm usually more clever and subtle than my detractors believe. what i'm doing now is arguing against what i think you, the reader, are saying (or just rolling your eyes to). it's all too self-referential. cut me some slack. i'm kind of a little bit sick.