Thursday, December 20, 2007

The Sick

Apologies for the lack of life as of late, but whatever has taken to living in my head has made for a severely disordered Drew. Throat goo has been Easy Mac-yellow. Nose goo has been white with the vaguest tint of pink, not unlike how I think watermelon juice should look. Add to that the strange sensation of an Alka Seltzer having been dropped into my cranial cavity and a fun guessing game called "Is It Really Hot or Is My Brain Melting?" and you get a lot of non-productivity on the other side of the giant equals sign.


  1. Anonymous3:19 PM

    I am very sorry you're filthy with sickness, Drew. It has forced me to go elsewhere for my blogging needs. I found this:

    Reminded me of you.

    Now mop up the goo falling out of your face and write something funny.


  2. I blame the alien in your previous post--you have the intergalactic flu.

    Get well soon. And remember, the intergalactic flu is better than being kidnapped by a UFO and suffering probes.