My nose is flowing like the Mighty Mrs. Sipp. It was that damn Pacific Ocean! Curse you, mighty blue! Why must you be so tempting? You have left me a shell of the man I was. Anyway, I’m home sick from work. It’s story time.

Not stories for you, Internet, but stories for me. Can’t a guy take a short break? I feel like Superman in Superman II. All I want is a day off with Lois Lane and the whole world goes to shit. Now I gotta figure out how to get my power back, stop the Kryptonian Super-Criminals, and beat the crap out of a local diner patron. Unless this is the Dick Donner cut of Superman II, in which case I’ll just reverse the rotation of the Earth… again.

Today I’ll be watching The Pacific, and trying to make a correlation between a 65 year old war campaign and me drinking all day in cold weather on the boat in… the very same ocean. Coincidence? Yes. A complete coincidence with no connection. Even the word “coincidence” feels like a stretch.

Aww, screw it. I’m full of Day/NyQuil and don’t care.