Sick. Wanna die. So, the sniffles and other crap over the weekend were the pathetic attempts at the flu that some ragged band of germs had managed. This morning, I took my methotrexate. That was dumb. But noon, I felt like crap. But 1:30, I had to leave work. I have to get off this shit. But the dr's office is closed. Stupid damned holidays.