I’m temporarily caught the plague again. It’s funny (in that it’s completely not funny at all), but growing up I was sick just shy of never.

Maybe once.

For like three days.

This year, though, I’ve been sick a lot, or at least felt kind of under the weather. There was a time back in January, in fact, where I was fairly certain that I was going to die sooner than projected. It’s been so frequent, lately, that one of my best friend’s declared that I’m “sick all the time.” I’ve never been stuck with that label. It sucks. I don’t like it.

And it’s migrated to work as well. Today, a co-worker asked me if I was feeling any better, yet, followed by, “What’s wrong? Your lifestyle starting to catch up with you?”

To which I could only cough out, “YES!”

You know that, though? It’s been totally worth it. Better to go down swinging, than to lie down voluntarily.

Besides which, a friend just invited me to Vegas for Cinco de Mayo. Tool is playing at The Joint at the Hard Rock. I mean, you can’t just pass that up, can you? I just hope I live that long. Also, let me know, and I’ll meet you there.