Sick. I hate this word because I hate being sick. This morning I woke up and felt like a large animal was trying to get out of my head. Mostly through the eyes, but sometimes animal would make a dash for the ears. I got up to go to work, and realized that work was not going to be productive today. And so it goes. Thus, no witty observations (arguably no change from normal), no links, no nothing. Just sleep, fluids, some reading, and more sleep. Tomorrow should be much better.