Jay Debauchery is Fucking Ill

I feel like Mary-Kate Olson right now. You know, huge fucking head and no body underneath. I'm sick as shit and it all hit me over the weekend. I think it's the Yankees fault. Yeah, let's go with that.
This is why the posts have been so poorly written (at least by my non-standards) and random. All kidding aside, I do want to collapse right now and never wake up. Yeah, it's only a wicked cold but in the summer time coupled with Houston humidity it feels like death. There will be lack of content until I can get straight. But do not worry, the Dead Kennedy is on his way over with magic green tea (not the kind Willie Nelson digs) and Emergen-C. 'Til that happens, I'm gonna sweat it out on the couch.