I’ve got three words for you: In, Flu, and Enza.

How was your weekend?

“Well I went to the death cafe. I feel like death, too.”

“I don’t know. The power went out. I’m sad.”

“A raccoon chewed through the power lines?”

Great. I don’t have much to say aside from pity me, please.

Nothing is happening this week because people are all sick. Ha. Help.