To the delight of many, I have lost my voice. I have every symptom listed on the back of the Nyquil bottle. I'm sure I'll recover, but if I don't, you'll always have Todd to fill in.
(Todd always dresses in drag when he writes as me; he particularly likes the garters and stockings. He likes to go "snap snap snap." He complains about the high heels, though)
Confidential to Dilf's boss (it's hardly confidential now, is it? Oh well): If I inadvertantly infected you, I apologize. I promise I wash my hands often, but... well, sorry, anyways.
Update: I started to feel better. Then I felt worse again. I'm going back to bed.
