Remember: you're not really sick until you can list all of your symptoms and finish it with "We call it...The Aristocrats!" (I still have fond memories of the last time the Czarina had to take me to the ER with a bad case of pneumonia three years ago. I say "fond" because I was in bad enough shape that I entertained myself with movie and television quotes. I'd like to note that spending that night telling her "I'm gonna try...not to...come back...I'm gonna try..." and "It's the end, but the moment has been prepared for" meant that she just waited until I was better before she beat the hell out of me.)

Oh don't tell me that economic sickness has actually mutated from the bankers, and became viral. Damn wall street and its unhygenic pits of capitialism.

Normal entries will resuming when I stop leaking unnameable bodily fluids from various orifices.

Feel better. Don't liquefy.

I hope you feel better soon. I've had The Crud for five days now, and today was the first day that I actually felt good enough to read...perhaps I'll feel good enough to get out of bed and try TV tomorrow. Tis the season...

Take care of yourself! Nothing is gained by coming back too soon and getting sick all over again. (heaven knows it took me enough decades to get that through my head)

I hope you feel better soon.

At least you have Tegan and Sara playing. Excellent.

I'm sorry; I hope you feel better soon.

May your unnameable fluids (previously unknown to science because they have left no proper fossil record) not come to life and begin their destruction of Providence by devouring your home by arcane unspeakable means. Fortunately, what could turn out to be the saviour of us all is the Woeful Platypus, long time manxome foe and devourer of unnameable fluids.

Here's wishing a speedy recovery.