I'm sick you assholes. You expect me to come up with massively genius retrospective while I'm lying in a hospital bed having my arm pumped full of god-knows-what; giving 1/5th of my blood volume for testing twice a day...and wearing a gown with my ass hanging out the back?
Next year we'll do something really special...o.k. kids? If you like, you can do one of those "Hey, remember when....?" in the comments. Frankly, I've got a very short attention span still...and percocet (which is the current drug of choice since they don't want you to get used to any one particular thing for too long.)
Yesterday, I turned on TNT or TBS or who, the hell knows what and sort of watched it from 9:00 a.m. until Noon. And by "sort of watched it", I mean during brief moments of being awake, I was utterly absorbed. I'm sure I saw no more than 10 cumulative minutes of any particular show or 4 consecutive minutes of any of them. I just saw snippets (including some commercials). The thing is, the Doctor came in at Noon and wanting to look me over, asked me what I was watching. I proceeded to tell him a completely coherent story made up of snippets from three hours of TV.
(He didn't look at me like I was insane, so I maintain it was a coherent story.)
Time for a nap. I'm going to need a fair amount of energy to give you the story of the illness, but rest assured that (speed bumps or no), I'm on the mend.
Thanks for the support.
(P.S. Prooofreading is a luxury fot the healthy!)