In the flu roulette, my number just came up. Urgh. I feel like shit. Feverish, achy, light-headed, I don't know why I came into work today. I spent the evening on my couch last night, huddled under a blanket, shivering away. Of course, that was followed by my ever-so-popular fever dreams. Dear lord, my imagination is WHACKED! Imagine dreaming about building the perfect flu virus out of boolean logic and metal parts. Maybe I shouldn't have watched junkyard wars before going to bed…
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck