west nile, day three

I am back at 75% strength (which is still pretty fucking strong). I was going to stay home sick again today, but I came in because I had a blog request. Margs wants me to post about her party, which I will do in a bit. She was begging and even shed a few tears, so I couldn't say no. I dragged my sick, germ ridden self to work just for her. And also because I left my cell phone charger at work and my phone was about to go dead. And also because I felt that I couldn't justify going to the fair tonight if I didn't go to work. That seemed like bad karma if I believed in hippy shit like that. Thanks for the raps in the comments to keep everyone going while I was out.

I have narrowed down the source of the West Nile. I got it from the worst people in the world. These people were in front of and behind me at the showing of Four Brothers that I went to. Not only did they text message, answer their phones, bring an 8 year old child who was completely bored with this adult movie and talked about unrelated things the whole time, and use the speaker phone option on their phones, but one of them, probably the little hellspawn, gave me, D.P., and Grace the West Nile.