Leave it to me to come down with something undefineable. It's not really a cold, or a flu, or a stomach virus. It's a hybrid of all three, complete with cold sweats, constant nausea and the feeling that one would get after being body checked by Tie Domi.
Don't know if I'll be up to blogging later or not. I don't know how much I can actually sleep again today, one too many dreams about dancing food (I believe it was Al Sharpton and John Kerry in costumes) makes me wary of closing my eyes again. And there's really no point in blogging when my head is filled with some kind of mental fuzz and I can't form complete thoughts.
Meanwhile, Alan, blogging live from Boston
, is scheduled to interview both Max Cleland and Joe Lieberman today. He's taking suggestions on (serious only) questions over here.
And you could always take a nice walk through my blogroll
while I'm gone.
I shall return.