Day 8.

No, I’m not talking Hanukkah. I am talking this mofo-ing illness I have. Seriously, it’s been eight days since I left my house. Whatever this knock off swine flu crap is I have includes this amazing “tunnel hearing” and it s-u-c-k-s. Not that watching TV from my bed/couch for over a week isn’t just the greatest…it just really isn’t. I mean, I’m all caught up on every show I ever wanted to be and if any of you have a question about ANY show, I’m your gal. Not that I’d be able to hear if you asked me. You know, I guess I should just be happy I am alive at this point right? It pretty much seems like everyone is dropping like flies. Ed McMahon, Farrah, MJ, and now Billy Mays? Shit is crazy. If it happens in three’s and Billy Mays just died, does this mean there will be two more? I almost feel like I should start a betting pool as to which the next two will be! Oh and soooo shocking to see wormy ass “Rev” Al Sharpton and disgraceful Jesse Jokeson slinking out of the woodworks to get their “15 minutes” on after MJ died. You two guys are the most PATHETIC “men” I have ever come across to pass judgment on. If the rule is true and it does happen in threes, you two a-holes get my vote.