Apparently last Thursday or Friday (hard to put my finger on Day Zero) I blew a save against disease and since then my body has turned into a game of Coughing Vs. Mucous Production. It's not a very enjoyable game, and right now both sides seem to be equal in victory points. It also means that I haven't felt the desire to do much of anything.

I did buck up and see Cloverfield on Saturday with some friends, and it got me thinking about how we treat games-to-be, but that post will...