Well, I was going to tell you all about the great, exciting things happening in my life right now, but…
As of right now, there are really only two things you need to know. One is that I’ve got some kind of swine/bird/dog/other assorted rare animal flu and the other is that I’m almost dead. Really. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I’ve got some kind of animal flu scientist’s haven’t even identified yet. Do Do bird flu is starting to sound about right (and all this time, you thought they were extinct. Ha!)
Seriously. Bed for the past two days. Fever that won’t quit. I’ve got the virus. Last time I kiss that Stiggy fellow on his face mask, I swear. Kidding aside, we need to seriously come up with some way of blame Nicolas Cage for this. It’s either him or David Tennant who infected me. Last time I trust that time traveling Doctor in some tiny little blue phone box! That interplanetary weasel sneezed on me and now look what he’s done. I’m dogged by the virus, I tell you. *Achoo*
Oh the humanity!
Until next time…
