I seem to have been taken over by a Nondescript Flu-Cold. While getting coffee this morning--free coffee, might I add--I ran into my friend Brendon the Barista and he described to me his own recent illness. The exact same illness I have. When I asked if he sort of felt drunk all the time, he said, "Yeah!" and when he explained that the flu-cold was neither full on flu nor full on cold, I agreed wholeheartedly. Also: it turns out coffee doesn't make me feel better in this instance, only adds to the weird drunk feeling.
I know this is a house blog so my point is that I fulfilled all of Steve's wildest dreams yesterday while having our daily phone check-in: I told him to just tell me what to do. My head's been so foggy that extracting a list of tangible, to-do items from our discussion of glass blocks and insurance quotes was too much. He was super excited and later told me that my flu-cold sounds more like intestinal parasites. Asshole.
In other news, Channel 2 reports that Buffalo has the Best Cost of Living in the country. Pack your bags kids.