The death-flu is going around our house. I call any illness that makes us feel rotten the death flu. Bob’s been suffering since Monday — we thought his unhealthy feeling was due to allergies and weather changes and didn’t come to the death flu conclusion until he was achy and fever-y and could barely crawl off of the couch. I’m still standing but feel a bit fuzzy around the edges. I’m hoping this is the worst of it as I’m not in the mood to spend the entire weekend immobile on the couch — although that would give me the opportunity to finish this 6 Feet Under tape I made.
The Onion has a story that’s very High Fidelity — 37 Record Store Clerks feared Dead at Yo La Tengo Concert.