What does Hulu, Lysol, the Atlanta Hawks, & Miley Cyrus all have in common?
I’ve been completely out of commission the last few days; quarantined to my bedroom; not permitted to breathe on or touch anything that might infect other family members in the house. A virus straight out of Hades attacked me late Wednesday night and forced me into a 48-hour violent relationship with the porcelain god of the bathroom. It demanded of me even when I had nothing left to give. My body ached and my head pounded, but there was no relief. Movement brought nausea, which meant I was pinned to my bed. Its comfort quickly became a curse. Should I dare to venture beyond the bed, my wife, turned germ-a-fobe, followed behind me, Lysol in hand, disinfecting my trail.
Hulu and I became thoroughly acquainted over the last few days. The show FlashForward kept me entertained, and I might add, kept me from going stir-crazy. On the entertainment side of things, last night I had to pass on my Atlanta Hawks ticket. It would have been my first NBA game.
This morning, when I woke, I had a Miley Cyrus song stuck in my head. You know the one, “So, I put my hands up. They’re playing my song. I know its gonna be ok. Nodding my head like yeah…” In some weird way, I guess that means I’m better. Thank God.



Feb 06, 2010 










guity pleasure… I may kinda like that song by Miley.. just maybe.
Not very manly to admit that… but its such a catchy tune.
so behind in reading; didn't realize you were so ill. Glad it appears you're on the mend and you're nearly back to normal.
My family is JUST recovering from all of this. Its hit everyone in my house.