yes, I know what day it is

... but everyone else is commemorating it already. I don't feel a need to.

This weekend I had the house to myself. My roommate was gone from Friday until today at a family reunion. I was awash in as much or as little peace and quiet as I desired; just me and my infections, alone at home.

Yeah, the infections kept reminding me that they were there; a sore throat that looked like strep and an urinary tract infection that feels like the clap (but probably isn't, 'cuz I've been celibate for years). Good times, man, good times.