Having the flu really really stinks. I am finally (mostly) better, but for three days I was bedridden, and I kept remembering a lecture I once went to by Richard Preston, wherein he described, complete with slides, the degenerative effects of smallpox and the ebola virus. I felt kinda like that, minus the pox covering my face and the bleeding from the eyes. And now that I'm all better the rest of the family is being brought low.

Tunes: "It's Only Love", The Beatles (Thanks, Halley; it's on "Help!", btw); "Son of a Preacher Man", Dusty Springfield.