Please excuse the blog neglect, for I am and have been sick as a fucking dog. (OT: Not quite sure how that analogy came around, or how sick the dog really is, but I'm too achy, tired, and sniffly to care, so I'm sticking with it.)

Currently, I am broadcasting to you from my office wrapped in an ugly blue wool jacket, coughing and/or sneezing around and about every three words, and having to stop after two sentences to blow my nose. In front of me sits a box of tissues, hand sanitizer (so as not to spread the illness via the keyboard,) a half-empty bag of vitamin C cough drops, and a half-empty bottle of Chloraseptic spray. I am slightly doped up on 2-3 doses of DayQuil, unfortunately, I sadly have to admit I've lost count on how much I've taken. My best friend right now is this steaming cup of Chai tea in front of me, honey & soy milk included. If I wasn't so stuffed up, I'd be seriously enjoying the yumminess of it, but I digress.

I hate being sick, especially having to admit I'm sick. Even more so, I hate having to admit I'm sick enough to take any type of medication to quell my illness. I hate medication.

Regardless, I felt the need report here and share my plight for anyone who cares. I've been really good about keeping this page up, and yes, I am a horrible blogger, but this time around there was definitive reason.

Last, but most certainly not least, I would just like to send out a big, nasty, and very sickly...

BLAH!!! GO AWAY SICKNESS!!
I hate you.