We’re still recovering from the day Taciturna describes here.

I was feeling sorta woozy when I left for practice last night. As the two hours went by, my thoughts went from “should I call in tomorrow?” to “so…cold…” over and over again. I got home, sent some e-mails, and then decided to relive the symptoms of yellow fever.

I quarantined (okay, my wife quarantined) myself. During part of the night, my vision went red stars and then black and I could not stay standing. (Yes, I understand that when night comes, everything goes black. This was different.)

When this would not let up after five minutes, I wondered if that was it. You know, IT. Was I going “into the west”, as it were. I was very thankful that, even though part of my home repairs are fixing the half-vast repairs from the previous owner, I do have a home to be sick in, unlike many in the world. I am also thankful that those repairs had to happen on my day off, when I was there to catch what was going on (and thankful for a brother-in-law who won’t eternally hold me in contempt for calling him at 1 am).

The fever started to do its thing and my dreams took on a hallucinogenic state. Now that I am feeling a little better, I’m fairly certain that I did not tell the superintendent that his plan was ridiculous and that I had been stealing unattended books from various vendors to compensate. Fairly certain that conversation did not happen.

The one that entertained me was the phone call from a certain plumber (irony, much?). Mario was reminding me where to pick up my pre-order and to give me his review of the game (“It’s ah crazy!”). I’m sure that one happened, which is how funny I find my life right now.

In honor of the lacrosse guys finding water on the moon, my daughter and I watched the first five episodes of the Macross saga.

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1. Thankful
2. New Ally Carter Book
3. And I thought just plain SPAM was rude
4. A Pharoah Thought
5. And I thought they smelled bad on the outside…