Nice.

I think I have pneumonia. Damn. Gotta love the lack of health insurance.

On a cheerier note, I believe it's Sam's birthday. If that means anything to you, consider giving him a shout out.

Think happy thoughts for my lungs. Nothing else seems to have helped, so, hey, it's worth a shot.

...for the rest of us

'tis the season, and all that crap. The Grievance Clearinghouse is open again. Stop by and bitch, if you are so inclined.

Cheers.