A woman got me sick...

The worst part was that she didn't even give me one of those diseases that leaves you with a good story (you know, the kind that start with, "I took this trip to Thailand..."). No sir, it was some sort of flu, or perhaps another lame-ass "non-sexually-transmitted" disease that makes your whole body feel like crap, rather than just your crotch.

Hence why I wasn't posting the last couple of days, I was lying in bed, dying. Now of course, my favorite aspect of all of this was the extraordinarily high fever that I was running throughout this escapade, and the fun things that it caused me to say. Like when I was talking to my lamp, and when I screamed "No, No, NO!!! Make it STOOOOPPPP!!!" from a fetal position, while my roommate offered me a cream-filled cookie.

Why the hell did I turn down a cream-filled cookie? I mean, its not like I needed to worry about the calories or anything, I would have thrown it up quicker than a bulimic at a buffet.

On that note, it's only been an hour since St. Patrick's day ended, and my spell-checker is working overtime. In other words, peace out homey.

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