Paint Me Black in the Desert of Blood

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. 

I just want about a week to recover.  That should do it.  One simple, stress-free week.

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.

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