Guess who's sick.

I'll give you three guesses.


...


It's me.

I'm sorry I spoiled it for you.

So generally I don't feel great. And I'm trying to get ahold of Sara because I figure she'd be willing to commiserate with me and all, but I can't. Either because she's sleeping or because for some reason my phone calls sometimes don't reach her, with this instance being one of those times.

Also, I have to drive my brothers out to Gamestop soon because there's a midnight release for a game that they'd like to play. Not that I would normally mind this, but I'm feeling not so great... and the weather is supposed to suck tomorrow, so I can't bring them tomorrow like most people would probably do. Also, they never really did midnight releases when *I* was a kid. What the f, world.

I'm going to call Sara again. Maybe this time I'll get through.

...

Oh. As it turns out she wasn't answering her phone because she was driving. And I look like an annoying twat for calling multiple times.

Oops.