:sick: ugh… Is that simple enough? One of the hazards of traveling by air, (even in business class), is that airplanes are the civilian equivalent of Resident Evil style secret government germ warfare laboratories where we helplessly sit there, strapped into our seats, taping away on our Macbooks or listening to our iPods while every nasty bug and infectious virus incubates in the jet’s recirculating airflow, hooking up with other bugs to create even more powerful bugs… (for hours on end), subjecting us to the ultimate expression of Darwin’s Law — survival of the fittest — and guess what? The fucking flu bug always comes out on top of that food chain, and we become the zombies.

So, here I am wide awake in the middle of the night with the Nyquil jitters, tapping away on my Macbook after I gave up searching for a clean nightgown and a new box of tissues, as if my indignity couldn’t get any worse. And to think that I had plans for geishaland this month… sigh.

I suppose it could be worse tho… Steve Jobs could have told me to fuck off. Seriously, this is the funniest shit I think I’ve ever read on the internets in my entire life. That kind of blog drama-queening is simply screaming out for some kind of thoughtful commentary about where we all went wrong out here in cyberia, but perhaps it’s just as well that I’m way too sick to care. Read it and laugh your ass off, the comments are hysterical, and I’ll try to catch up with my emails and comments tomorrow.

sniffle. cough. cough. ah-choo! ugh…. :sick: