struck down in the prime of life, that’s me. it seems the plague has returned to claim my youth and vitality. or it might be allergies. i can’t tell the difference between a cold and allergies, so we’ll just call it the plague. the kind of plague that saps you of all your post-napping energy and leaves you a lethargic lump crying on the couch while watching “Before Sunset.” i thought maybe it was just my general sunday malaise, but the itchy red eyes and 329 sneezes combined with the ooky sinuses has led me to an altogether different conclusion.

the plague.

i’ll probably be dead by wednesday. remember me fondly, won’t you darling ones?