Well it's Sunday night and while I'm recovering, I'm nowhere near fully recovered. To make matters worse I've infected Mr. Risk and now he suffers the pain. I learned during this illness that a nanny for sick adults would be very handy. I've watched several crappy movies and so much bad daytime television that I now know far too much about Ashlee Simpson, Dr. Phil's "Family First" mission, and Oprah's new season. The other night I dreamt that I was teaching the Simpson sisters how to say no to product endorsements and explaining why that just makes them into plastic, money-grubbing, whores. You teach people how to treat you and that dog don't hunt cause mama ain't happy*.

Help. Me.

This will likely be my last post for a while. If I do post it will be sporatic. I lost five days of critical time to this illness -- five days I couldn't afford to lose. I'm totally screwed!

*If you get this reference, please stop watching Dr. Phil.