I am sick
And I still got a flu shot yesterday, which probably means I'm going to die. I think that I'm mostly ill due to sinus drainage brought on by abrupt weather changes. But I'm fairly certain if this is the flu that getting a flu shot will kill me. Just remember I love you all.
Sometime after my death, I'm going to Miami for something like 20 days. That's the better part of a month, and will be the most time I've spent with Amelie since last year. I'm hepped up about it, in my near-death state, let me tell you. We're gonna eat shrimp pizza from some Cuban pizza place, maybe go to Key West, and her grandmother's probably going to pump me full of Cuban coffee because "cafe" the only word I understand in Spanish so it's all she and I can talk about.
Read Sleeper 3 and 4. Much as I like it, I'm often left wondering if all this super-spy stuff isn't just a couple guys fucking with each 'cause they have nothing better going on; someone needs to buy Tao and Lynch some puppies to take care of. Also read the "Heart of the Beast" graphic novel that Dean Motter and Sean Phillips did at Vertigo, like, ten years ago. If you can grab it for cheap, grab it. The art is nice and there's an underlying creepiness to it that I enjoyed, even if the whole thing is a bit sparse.
Being at death's door has given me the strength to finish the first stage on Metroid Prime. No, not the new Metroid Prime 2: Echoes. The first one. The one I've had for something like two years now. I'm irrationally afraid of Metroid games. I was no good at the original or Super Metroid. I'm scared this will be no different. So far, it hasn't been. And I'm still going to buy the second one at some point because I am a frivolous idiot.
Off to croak. Maybe it's reading Fantastic Four vs. The X-Men that's left me so weak...