Cheese and whine. Onna stick.

Gotta love the feeling of the onset of a viral infection. The tickle in the back of the throat last night, grown to a rasp in the morning. Just now my brain perceptibly started shutting down. The next few days are going to be fun.

But wait, there’s more. I put my back out yesterday lifting a box of paper into the trunk of my car at Staples. I should try to get some Worker’s Comp! I get back to work and call Arthur: “Uh, can you grab someone to help me with the office supplies?” So Ryan and Arthur come downstairs with slightly bemused looks on their faces.

Gah.