Sitting here on the subway, nothing really interesting to say. I'm exhausted from this cold, or flu or whatever it is. It just feels like something is sapping me. Like there's some great black vampire frog with glowing red pulsating veins that has taken root in my heart, bitten into my tender juices, and is sucking my chi dry. I call him Harold.
Have I mentioned that Mucinex makes me a tad wiggy?