My Addled Brain

I do not enjoy being sick. This should go without saying, of course, but there are those whom misery is not only a constant companion, but something to look forward to. These people need serious psychiatric care, mind you, but they do exist, so I am forced to clarify my position. In fact, I will go so far as to state that I loathe being sick, and am grateful that I have a slightly better than average immune system. I do not have the same illness as Teh 1, nor do I have the soul-crushing disease that MCG contracted, something that was akin to having some dead relative strapped to his chin. Instead, I seem to have picked up some evil little critter, who’s sole purpose in life is to fill my head with wet concrete. He’s a rather industrious little fellow, and always has plenty of back up ready whenever I manage to remove even the slightest amount via constant snuffling and blowing. The Quil brothers, Ny and Day, have become my new best friends in my desire to continue breathing, and as a result I am still here amongst the living, albeit in a form that would really like to take a short lay down now, thank you very much. Despite that, I will somehow manage to get through this day, in a crazy, mixed-up world where today’s CEO will become tomorrow’s major Japanese film star. Ganbatte, Ron-san!