So after laying in bed for about 14 hours, I've started recovering. Jean called, said she had different symptoms and so I can't blame it on her, but I'm still going to. Nick called for his biweekly update on My Life; I think he's still expecting it to get more exciting...

Marijuana prices in Australia have fallen considerably. I'm forwarding the information to Misty as we speak.

Some psycho in Oslo has won an award for a lime-flavoured coffee drink...

Oh, NyQuil...we love you, love you, love you...you giant fucking Q...

Getting tired of people mis-labelling tracks when I download music; this can't be Aphex Twin. Aphex Twin doesn't suck. Alterantively, whomever laid down the 'phat beats' to the American Beauty theme deserves a blowjob. Damn good shit. Now, for a little Lunatic Calm...

So, after dinner, I sat down and decided to watch Osmosis Jones on HBO. I mean, what could be more amusing than watching a half live-action/half-animated movie about a guy getting sick while you're sick, right?

Oddly enough, I was right. I dunno, maybe it's the virii talking, but while I didn't laugh out loud (too cool for that shit), I was definitely entertained by Chris Rock and David Hyde Pierce running around as a white blood cell and an over-the-counter cold pill trying to stop Laurence Fishburne as a deadly virus (an acting god, if there ever was one) from killing Bill Murray. Don't believe me? William Shatner's in this film (as a voice). That proves that it's good. :)