It's great that I get sick on the weekend with a wonderful girlfriend who brings me sushi, Italian ice, orange juice, Airborne (new flavor because she knows me), Sudafed, Ricola, and a massive amount of chicken soup. But it does suck that my Pokémon fix doesn't get here until Wednesday, and I can't join her for tapas with her friend. At least I can curl up with school reading and take a break from that to read about Bourdain's adventures with tapas.

If you've never read it, and you're a Kevin Smith fan, I recommend the saga of Jay blog entries he wrote last spring. Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, and part nine. You might have heard some version of it before in some of his media out there, but it's a good read.

Feeling: sick