Out sick yesterday -- and really actually sick, not recovering from a hangover or bingeing on crack whores at 11 am. Just spent the day languishing on the couch or bed or terlet, with occasional glugs of Gatorade to maintain my precious electrolyte balance. And of course the one work day I miss is the one day that actual work appears on my desk. At least there's heat. Normally I don't require heat, as I'm hot-natured. I usually burn like a veritable sun of caloric metabolisation, but not recently. Now I find myself freezing, then sweating, then freezing again. A general, achey malaise afflicts my limbs. Two nights of this and I'm turned into a sort of OCD zombie. I perform mindless, repetitive tasks with robotic efficiency, but anything requiring higher brain functions causes the system to overload. Not much else to yammer about today as I'm just trying to get out of here in one piece, or at least several pieces that match. Fend for yerselves!
Confidential to "Google AdSense" for rejecting Diztopia due to "sensitive content": And here I thought you were essentially the LARGEST DEVIANT-PORN ENABLER IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND. So sorry that you shan't deign to have your adverts for T-shirts and high-school equivalency degrees disgraced by association with a blog that occasionally says "f*ck." Well, fine. Me and my ten readers will just have to click on ads for herbal Viagra elsewhere. Snobs.