I've been down with a lung plague for about a week now. It's getting really old. Unfortunately, I passed it off to pyr8queen too. I can't move around much without starting a coughing fit that hurts all the way up to my armpits, and then kicks off a wild shooting pain behind my right ear. Because Herself has the Ick, too, she's coughing all night, which keeps me up on those rare occasions when I'm not coughing myself. So I shuttle back and forth between the couch and the bed, because the couch is freezing cold and a little too short.

So in short, I can't breathe, I sound like an 80 year old smoker, I'm exhausted, I'm sore and I have the constant taste of lung-taint in my mouth from hacking it up.

I'm done with this, yanno?

On the other hand, I've had plenty of time to play "Assassin's Creed 2" which is far better than its predecessor, and includes beautiful and detailed virtual recreations of Carnivale in Venice. Best game I've played since Arkham Asylum, basically - there are some control irritations that irk, but it lacks the repetitive missions of the original, and has a far more rich set of tools and tactics to use.