I'm slightly back from the dead. I spent most of the week watching entire seasons of Full House re-runs while intermittently sneezing uncontrollably and napping after such excessive physical activity. I've been sick.
I went to spread my germs a few times, venturing out only to wish I hadn't, and seeking refuge immediately from my stupidity.
Ah, I wish this on none of you.
I wish I had more to report, some bit of happy news or sarcastic retort. But I have not.
I drank a lot of gatorade.