I’m sick.

Sick as a dog, I tell you. Head hurts, fatigue, body aches, and today I’m losing my voice.

It may only be a matter of time before my fucket bucket gets used for something infinitely less sweet than candy.

Yet still I go to work because, well, there’s too much to do and I’m indispensable.¹

Thus the lack of quality posting this week and last. But never fear – I should be soon back to my uppity self because I’m going to the doctor tomorrow.

Yessir, I’m gonna put my foot down and say, “As a tax-paying American, I demand better living through pharmaceuticals.”

On the off-chance my doc won’t give me antibiotics, I know where I can score some of these:

They may not have been intended to treat physical so much as existential ailments, but I hear they still give you one hell of a good buzz. Triple that when washed down with a margarita.

Thanks to my dealer for the tip.

1. OK, I really just don’t want to use my vacation time on a sinus infection. [↩]