Counting Down the Hours...

Well, in just a few hours, I'll be back on the streets, fighting crime. That's pretty cool.

And I'm probably gonna need it, after work. Brett kept looking at me suspiciously today. Can't say I blame him; so far, I've "gotten sick" so as to fight a demon, actually fallen sick and missed two days of work, left for vacation in Europe for three weeks after that-- and then there was my recent recovery. Of course, I can blame him for asking, when I got back from lunch, whether I was feeling okay, or if I felt I should go home and rest.

Jackhole.