Complaints, a Proclamation, and A Few Words

I'm sick. I absolutely, without a doubt, hate being sick. My head is pounding, my throat is sore, my nose is both runny and stuffy, my chest is congested, I have a cough that will not die, and my knee is still sore from when I biffed it in Barbados last week.

I sound like an 89 year old with all these ailments.

Hmm... It's also 23 degrees outside. That's downright warm for around here.

Oh a positive note: I'll be back in Provo in May. I'll be back at school in August and graduate sometime around ... 2060.

Sweet...