So I headed over to Brian’s new digs on Friday evening, where I helped to rearrange his constipated room (his word, not mine). That’s right: I am a secret feng shui master.

I also met Brian’s second housemate, Albert. Albert, as it turned out, was sick. Today I woke up to discover myself similarly ailed.

Dammit.

There’s a dance this evening, and like hell am I going to miss it over some stupid chest congestion! Needless to say, I’ve been pumping myself full of everything that might aid my recovery in some way. Next up for me: a nap.