I can't sleep at night anymore. At 7am, I was finally dozing off. It was so cold in my room, I felt like a warm spread of peanut butter under the blankets. I called into work. I said I had flu-like symptoms. She actually asked me how sick I was. The first time ever i have been asked that in my long, illustrious career of calling in.

All I could think of telling her is that I couldn't stop shitting. Diaherrrering. She said she that was indeed sick and hung up. I was laughing, trying to think of how to spell diahreeear as I drifted off to sleep.

P.S. I would please like the Tenacious D DVD for Christmas