So here's a great thing about writing while under the weather. You can sit a your computer and crap out forty-five minutes worth of words on a subject, then realize that you're not saying anything you'd want to bother anyone with reading and can't really publish anyway, because someone else already wrote about this topic a few days ago and put things a lot better, because he's a professional writer so why bother. Oh, wait, that's not a great thing. In fact, it blows.
(Actually, I don't feel the exact same way about the subject of this piece as the author does, but that's neither here nor there.)
I need to take some more cold medicine and go to fucking bed. Feh.
