for where we are is hell

Have been out of business for the past week with some sort of horrible virus—I thought “flu” while I was rolling around delirious with fever for days, but now that I don’t seem to be developing a fluish death cough I think I’d put my money on “demonic possession of the sinuses”. Either way, it wasn’t fun, and I was sicker than I’ve been in years, even sicker than the time at Anime North when I had the flu and got myself high by accidentally taking over three times the recommended dose of cough medicine, resulting in the worst but also maybe best night ever.

So I’m in the recovery stage now and on the upside I’m functional and conscious but on the downside I will probably be coughing up bloody mucus for days. At least I have with me my faithful friend Buckley’s cough syrup (which has never gotten me high), and let me just tell you that the Buckley’s marketing campaign is a complete lie: Buckley’s doesn’t taste awful. Buckley’s barely tastes like anything. The reason Buckley’s is unpleasant is it BURNS YOUR FUCKING THROAT ON THE WAY DOWN. But, tumblr, as any sensible and reliable person would tell you, the feeling of flaming pine tree in one’s esophagus is not a taste.

Now it is time for me to lie down again.