Everybody do the Bartman

Entering Day Three of Sickness.

Eating lasagna at 3am.

The bottom line is a throat/lung infection, antibiotics and an inhaler and the inability to make sounds.

Except the Marge Simpson disapproving Hmmmmmm, I can do that okay.

I'm going a bit stir-crazy, I can't handle not being able to talk to people for long periods of time; I mean really talk not FB Chat or msn but this is just too embarrassing to even try (my dad laughed at me) and I'm making my mom notify my office that I, again, won't be in.

Black and white movies movies, Dexter and Fallout 3 are my best friends.