Yeah, I’m still sick. You remember last week, when I thought I was sick? That was nothing. That was a case of the sniffles, this is the motherfucking Black Death.  It includes (but is not limited to) one of those coughs that makes strangers look at you with concern and then edge slowly away. All in all it’s reminiscient of BronchitisFest ‘05 but I’m still holding out hope that it’s just a bad cold.

Anyhow, my life for the moment is reduced to sleeping, commuting, working, and more sleeping. And by sleeping, of course, I really mean "trying to sleep," as I keep coughing myself awake every twenty minutes or so. I’ve tried the usual round of hot tea, honey, cough syrup, NyQuil, and even dark chocolate - as people keep telling me cocoa is supposed to work as a cough suppressant. Admittedly I have no real objections to eating dark chocolate in the name of science. I already like my chocolate extremely dark and slightly bitter - just like my soul! But what I would like even more is to stop coughing long enough to get some sleep.

And just in case you’re one of those people who falls asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow, I’d like you to remember that ceiling cat is always watching:

<CowboyNeal> there’s this light fixture in my basement that is unfinished yet
<CowboyNeal> and every time I look up at the fixture, I expect to see ceiling cat looking down at me
<CowboyNeal> watching me masturbate
<Kharhl> ew.  we just learned where CBN goes to jerk off.
<CowboyNeal> well, the place that ceiling cat can see
<CowboyNeal> there’s others with more privacy, sure
<CowboyNeal> like hemos’ office
<CowboyNeal> hemos: you touch your mouse today?
<CowboyNeal> when people go home for the day that means it’s time to rub my junk on all their stuff
<hemos> I have put my mouse in my mouth already
<hemos> twice.