I’m sick, 3.5 readers. I know, all 3.5 of you admire and look up to me so much that it is difficult to comprehend me as a human being with human problems, but there you go. It happens.
The weird part is that I would do anything for a glass of cold 7-Up right now. Whenever I am sick, that’s what I desire the most. I usually wait awhile until the coast is clear and it looks like I can drink some without shooting it out of my top and bottom like that little girl in the Exorcist.
However, I don’t have any, so when I feel better, I’ll have to haul my butt out to get some. This reminds me of something I’ve always said during past bouts with the flu, namely, that I would create a stockpile of 7-Up in BQB HQ and have it at the ready in the event I get sick.
Easier said than done though because, come on, 7-Up is delicious and I would just drink up my theoretical stockpile even when I’m feeling good.
Maybe if I keep a bottle under glass and smash the glass only when I’m sick but really, who wants to clean up smashed glass? Not me. I’m sick.
What say you, 3.5 readers?
Bookshelf Battle 
Sick…that’s how the zombification starts…resist the urge to eat brains.
Ergh…argh…me want brains…and 7UP
You can overcome the urge for brains by going to Washington on Friday. There will be a severe shortage.