Joe Montegna is my new lord and savior. I think I’m going to build a shrine to him in my dining room. And then I might be going to hell…

I’m sick. Physically, I mean. Some sort of horrible germ has taken residence in my lungs and is causing me pain and coughing and rasping and pain and pain. And coughing. Not ok.

On top of the pain and coughing there is also embarrassment. I somehow accidentally turned on Hannah Montana (I swear, it was an accident! I was flipping. Flipping!) and I can’t seem to change the channel. Not until the episode is over. Not until I have closure. I blame the germs.

 Cough. Rasp.