One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Nest

My pretties, I am sick. I am a sicky sick sickity sick sick sicky sack.

"Oh, no. I'm not going to get the free flu shot my very nice company provides for its employees. I never get the flu. Tra la la la la," said 123Valerie just last week.

"That, idiot grandiose, is what you think," said a punk-ass deviant little microbe who crawled into my intestines and has been trying to claw its way out ever since.

So, the diet continues to go well, but for wholly unhealthy reasons. As much as I hating working out, I hate hunching over a Comet-scented toilet bowl even more. Burf.

Just in time for Turkey and Stuffing and Mashed Potatoes for the U.S. Thanksgiving (see, I am mindful that my friend Attention Whore already celebrated her Turkey Day up in Canadialand. I am thinking globally and acting lunaticly. AW just wrote a post about Judy Blume. Go read it.)

Actually, because I am under the pink today, this pink blog is going to let other people do the work. Scotty got a Chuck Carlson award today. Go read that, too.

My boss just sent me an article that Google's stock passed the $500 mark. I guess you could read that, too, if you're really, really lame like I am. Or, you know, if you happen to own Google stock.

In the Comments section, congratulate Scotty for ... being in the right place at the right time, I guess. And for being in the Peace Corps. "It wasn't in Cuba, was it?" Scotty?