I’m sick. There’s been a virus going around, start­ed by Mr. Wheaties, prop­a­gat­ed by god-knows-what. Wheaties is over it now, and Nick and Trolley are just fin­ish­ing up. I woke up yes­ter­day with a very slight­ly sore throat, but this morn­ing the irri­ta­tion is much more dis­tin­guished. I don’t seem to be hav­ing any oth­er symp­toms though, such as a run­ny or stuffy nose, which are gen­er­al­ly extreme­ly com­mon for me. I’m begin­ning to sus­pect I may just have a throat infec­tion, but I won’t be able to tell any­thing until tomor­row. One thing is for sure though, with the rate that these symp­toms are spread­ing, I’ll be sick for a long time.

The good thing, if it can real­ly be con­sid­ered a good thing, is that I’ll be able to down some Neo Citran, which tastes like yum­my metal­lic lemon­ade, or god-awful what-the-fuck-did-you-do-to-these-cher­ries cher­ry juice. The best part is how well I sleep after Neo Citran makes me too drowsy to oper­ate heavy machin­ery.