ROLLING THE MICROBE DICE

My housemate came down with something a few days ago that she still has, something that apparently included a horrendous sore throat. I've got something now, too, but I'm waiting to see if it's the same as what she had. My entire body feels like someone dumped out all my bones and organs and replaced them with rusty car parts, and somehow it seems like there's just a little too much blood in my veins (I don't know how to articulate the feeling any better), but I can still swallow without problems. Let's see if I eat those words tomorrow.

On the plus side, everybody who ever told you The Wire is the best cop show ever made, if not the best TV show ever made, period, is speaking correct language.