We had visitors this week, up from Atlanta. That was nice, but they were here for a funeral, which wasn't. I flew to Wisconsin on Tuesday and missed both connections thanks to United Airlines. Then I got the Hungarian death flu. I can't eat or drink, stand up, speak or cough without either shitting myself or puking. Sometimes both. I feel like an alien is going to come out of my belly and kill everyone in the house. I haven't eaten in two days. I have a fever and I'm sweating like a pig, but I'm half frozen to death. I'm STARVING!
It's kind of like this.