Fevers, I have discovered, are great conductors of grande ideas. Never is the writers mind more clear then when his body is in break down.

So let's recap: I have a guttural fever, sore throat and hacky-whacky cough and I have got a long things-to-do list.

P.S. Did I mention the stress my so called friends are giving me for the past 2 weeks? I want my fluffoo!