Good morning, Cyberspace! Something rather fascinating and unexpected happened to me this past week.
Literally. I caught a flu and a cold at the exact same time, and I died. If you can imagine being clobbered in the stomach by Dominick the Italian Christmas Donkey and then shoved off a 40,000 foot precipice, only to land in a pile of mucus and chest congestion, then you can understand about 20% of how I felt over the weekend.
You might also understand, perhaps, why it is that I don’t really feel like putting a lot of effort into a blog post this week. (Note the unprofessionalism of the header image [and the pale, undead complexion of my skin fibers])