I’m either dying or rapidly approaching something similar to death. Alright, it’s a bit exaggerated. I have a nasty cold that I’ve been trying to fight for the past few days but hammering at creating content for MiddleEasy has prevented me from recovering. Blood is leaking from my nose, my coffee table is filled with mucus filled tissues everywhere. It looks like some sort of infectious disease apocalypse in here.
As I lay here, with tissue swabs stuck in my nose, the site will be updated by Cat Von C and Bauzen who are, in my opinion, prolific writers. I’m not sure who’s responsible for this illness. It could be some tricks the Russians at M-1 Global are playing on me or some Voodoo jinx from KJ Noons’s dad. Regardless, I need to self-administer a basket of over-the-counter medicine and spend the rest of my day deeply depressed. In the words of my ex-girlfriend who left me for another guy while we were talking over AIM: Brb.
