Can't say I didn't see it coming

The germs have finally caught up with me, and now I'm sick, too. Dammit. The best I can hope for is that I won't get it as bad as J.R. did, and that deciding to read the latest Kay Scarpetta, Book of the Dead, won't give me weird, fevered nightmares. We tried to watch more West Wing, but the damn disk was scratched. Tomorrow, I'm thinking Felicity. Debating between Ben and Noel can only make me better, right?