Guys, I've been sooooooooooo sick. I am never sick and I am a big baby about it. I was projectile everythinging and I slept on the bathroom floor. I feel like I have PTSD about it. I think I puked out a tiny bit of my joie de vivre and it's not back. Perhaps that resides in the bile? Maybe the Romans were right.
I've done nothing, I have nothing to say and I have a ton of work to get to. How were all the weekend festivities?