Damn virus, or whatever this is. I can't even stop off at the store on my way home without feeling completely wiped out. I do not approve.
I figured that this since is Shakespeare's birthday, he should have some words of wisdom. Alas, he's probably out partying 'cause I couldn't find any apt quotes. Did find the Shakespeare Insult Generator, which gave me the following:
Excuse du jour: Thou fobbing pox-marked carrion!
Note: this was not directed at you, gentle reader. I mean the evil virus or whatever it is that I am GOING to get over VERY SOON.