Yep, it's my birthday. The birthday I share with Elvis, David Bowie, Graham Chapman & all kinds of other cool folks.

This is... a BIG birthday for me, one of those birthday years that you always hear about, but you never think is going to happen to you. I can't bring myself to write my age down, but let's just say that from now on, I'm eternally 26 years old. I would probably be kind of funky today normally, but I'm also still wretechedly ill with the flu. Hack koff wheeze moan. This is one of those cruel and restless flus too, it keeps jumping around to different parts of my body. Wednesday, it was a killer sore throat. Thursday, my throat felt fine, but my head was killing me. Friday, my throat was fine, my head was a little better, but I was coughing like a coal miner. Today, the head's fine, my cough's a bit better... but my damn THROAT is killing me again. 

Not to be too disgusting, but it's frankly astonishing just how much SNOT the human body can produce. I mean, where does it all COME FROM? They say we're all, what, 90 percent water? Well, when you have the flu, that 90 percent all comes gushing out your nose. You could wallpaper a house with all the Kleenex I've gone through in the last few days... not that I'd recommend it.

Jesus, this flu has to get bored and go away eventually, right?

Right?