I be illin'

What a rotten 48 hours. I've been slayed by some foul bug which has rendered me feverish, sore, and now unable to swallow without serious pain. A pox on this pestulence!

I got my shit together enough to roll out of bed, ride my bike through the 90+ degree heat to all-around great guy B's matrimonial festivities, and even choked a beer down the scratched up throat, but am now back to feeling, what's the word?... Ah yes, craptacular.