Somehow before the 15th this month I have to come up with $300. I'd go get a job this week, but I have the flu. Yes, right as summer is ending, and killing us with 94degree days, I am running a fever and leaking snot. I'm laying in bed alternating cranking up the air and then burrowing under the covers. Good times. Thank you, Mercury Retrograde .

My fantasy: a team of hot, sweaty, shirtless fireman come to my house with gigantic hoses ( don't go there, for cryin' out loud, I'm ILL right now) connected to a truck loaded with Gatorade. Orange flavored, please....