Hello friends,

I am writing you all from my hospital bed where I lie on the verge of death by the nasty strain of cholera I have come down with. OK, so maybe it isn't that serious, but I have been felled by the first strains of this year's flu. Nature, while beautiful can be a cruel bastard.

I just woke up from a three hour nap and upon waking had this converstaion with the flu:

Me: Yeah, flu, take that, be-atch!!! I just dropped a three hour nizzapp on yo' ass.

Flu: Yeah, I'm not impressed. And because of all your smarminess here's a fever and some nausea. Who's the be-atch now, be-atch!!!

Me: I am, Mr. Flu. I am.

Ouch. Well, that goes to show you, never argue with the flu. Also, probably don't write journal entries with lots of cold medicine swimming in your head. Ah well.

Until later....