So clearly I’m feeling better if I managed to completely catch up on all the Sauceomes that fell behind. I’m still coughing like a … well, like a thing that coughs violently, and quite a lot; I’m still pretty run down, and my eyeballs still ache. But I’m not praying for the sweet release of an early death any more, so it’s a step in the right direction. It’s amazing how much comfort you can get from little things like yellow afghans and tomato soup.
Ok. I’m a little worn out from three comics in a row, so I’ll stop there, and go to bed early. G’night!