On the twelfth day of illness, this virus gave to me...

...a diagnosis of maybe the tiniest teeny little bit of pneumonia.

This is my rephrasing, as the original from-the-doctor's-mouth version omitted "maybe," "the tiniest," "teeny," and "little bit of."

Just imagine how keen I am on this. Oh, just imagine. Oh, all right, fine, I will tell you instead of making you imagine: not the least bit keen. Not the least bit keen at all. I said to markgritter yesterday when Dr. porphyrin brought this up as a possibility, "I don't think I should do that having-pneumonia thing. It doesn't sound like fun to me." And here we are, and it isn't. I was right.

Harumph harumph harumph harumph.

I am going on the assumption that 2010 will get less boring and obnoxious from here.