It’s quite the exciting one around here too, since we’re both sick and camped out at our respective houses. He’s got the crud a little worse than I do, but the throat/ear thing has the couch looking way more appealing than driving and staying up late.

I’m such a party pooper. At least I’m having a Crown and Coke to differentiate it from a normal beer night. I’ve gone wild!

Goodnight; I’m sure I’ll be all Nyquilled up by ten o’clock.