When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.

That's just a cheesy way to let you know that I'm sick.

No, really.

This never happens to me, as my regular readers know.

I don't get sick.

Yeah, except like now. I'm freebasing Alka-Seltzer, and I'm on eating cough drops like candy, so I'm hopeful.

Also: Pops made a big pot of chicken soup, and that helped a lot.

Ok, so I'm like sick, and tho there are other things on my mind right now, I'm simply going to show you this:




and tell you it's the next letter.

I'm gonna go die now.

Buenos con queso,

T.