I'm sick. My throat is sore, sinuses blocked, head aches and neck swollen. I know it's bad because I'm surrounded by Girl Scout cookies and am not even interested. I can't tell you how scary that is. Maybe the pod people took me. I wonder where I went? I hope someplace warm with the old-fashioned nyquil that had real alcohol in it.
So I must apologize for not being able to come up with anything other than mucus right now. Forgive me. I'll feel better next week. Until then, I'm gonna crawl back into bed and die.
The Dying Assassin