Wow. Six days, no update. I started getting emails, people asking me if I was sick or something. Truth is, I was.

I felt so bad, I didn't work. Y'all, I always work when I'm sick. I mean, it sucks to waste a sick day on actual sickness, and I figure if I'm going to be miserable, I might as well be miserable at work, right?

No.

Fever apparently kicks my ass. I get achy, tired and bitchy. Mainly bitchy. And when I'm bitchy, I can't be at work, because I'm not good at faking "nice", so I thought for everyone's sake, I'd go home. Damn.

NyQuil, my friends, is one powerful drug. I swear, I'm pretty sure that LSD (or acid or whatever the kids are calling it these days) would not provide me with more powerful visions and weirder thought patterns. Perhaps I shouldn't have doubled the dose.

Obviously, I have very little recollection of the end of last week. I think it was mostly miserable, but I was drugged beyond belief, so I didn't care. Does NyQuil even combat all those symptoms it claims, or does it just knock you out?

So I'm better now, but I fear this week at work. I am so far behind, I think my only hope is some sort of bend in the time-space continuim that will allow me to catch up. That, or I can stay late a few days this week. I'm rooting for the bend myself.

Most of us just thought it was Timmy's time of the month.

Tim,
I am leaving on a jet plane and I do know when I'll be back again. I somehow feel it is my fault that you got sick. Maybe I should have changed the flowers at your shrine or at least dusted. But I am glad your on the mend. Just thought I would leave you with a parting thought, a what would one hand sound like clapping thingie.
Number 2 of The Four Agrrements: Don't take anything personally-Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering. Can I get a witness??? Hugs, Ed