I didn't make it into work last night. Spent a few hours singing arias into the toilet. The degree of difficulty was rather higher than normal, as I was wicked dizzy to boot. (I thought I was going to pass out on my first trip to the microphone.)

I very rarely get sick. I chalk it up to being a good looking, left-handed vegetarian, but my wife says that's a bunch of crap. I digress. As someone who doesn't get sickly very often, I don't handle it well when I am. I've been told I'm whiny, which I don't believe. I've been told I'm very mean, which I DO believe. Anyway, my wife braved my whiny nastiness and fed me tea and bagels, and I'm here to live another day. And there was much rejoicing.