Wahh, Mahhh.

I am sick, I am dealing with illness beyond my usual illness. 

I have some hybrid of allergy/cold/flu. I know that I caught this from dancing with all those mouth breathers at the V day party.

Something got me after years of not having any of this mess. Darth Doctor refuses to give me my flu shot because I always have something. It comes from not having a spleen anymore.

With no spleen, I have no idea of what to vent anymore. Maybe I'll try venting my islets of langerhans. Now that should scare some people. 

My brain is like that old painkiller ad, the one that takes care of neuritis and neuralgia.

 I can feel those little hammers pounding around in my brain right now, and my sinuses are making Occupy Wall Street look like a Carribbean vacation.

Oh boy. The tummy gargoyles are now reenacting all three episodes of "The Hobbit" and Mordor, who took up residence in my upper colon,  is winning! 

Where's the ring? Who's got the ring? 

My body is acting like an old narc who would drop a dime on me for a few stinking antibodies.  But the antibodies are in a snit. They aren't buying right now.

Stinking 1 percent Tea Party antibodies. I got a do-nothing immune system today.

If they don't get to work soon, I will have to bring in Darth Doctor for an antibiotic bailout or default on my trillion virus debt.

Right now, It's kind of nice to nest up, sleep a lot and get pampered, except some kinksters actually want to get some pampers and...

(Ahhh heck...a chill. Ok. That's it.)

See? This is the help that I get around here...bad humor and snark from perverts.

I will work my way through the reading when my left ear stops feeling like Mike Tyson is having a go at it.

Ow, now the upper right side of me head is giving me the bum's rush.

 Going to lie down now...it's real bad...the  the Pecan Chocolate Chip Sandies are holding out... need...hot chocolate...need... marshmallows...