I like it when the Christians do my job for me; the only problem is, there are people out there who'll give these theories serious consideration, instead of immediately rushing out and putting Chuck Missler and Kirk Cameron in stocks and pelting them with rotten fruit.

Speaking of rotten fruit, I am still leaking ugly things from my nose. Which is why I am at home wrapped up in blankets feeling sorry for myself, as opposed to breathing re-circulated air in a cubicle feeling sorry for myself. I heart sick days. Except for the whole 'sick' part.

Other stuff:

You, too, can make pancakes just like the junkies do!

Actually, that's all I got. Go away; I got stuff comin' outta me...