I'm pretty sure between the constant stomach pains (no comments, She-Who-Cannot-Be-Named), the sunburn, and the allergies, that the Forces of Good are trying to kill me. I can't prove this in a court or even with science, but I'm sure of it nonetheless.
And then the world will be right.
I feel like that ad campaign for the original Last House on the Left. "It's only a movie. It's only a movie ..." I suppose that should make me feel better, but it's not working.
America will fail in its World Cup attempt, but Germany and Argentina have a shot.
Off to work.