So, um, I know I'm basically like a factory of excuses these days, and I understand that the overwhelming majority of you hate me right now, but just as soon as my life and my posting got back into a normal swing, I came down with that awful flu that's sweeping the nation. I'm basically immobile. I have been sleeping for nearly 48 hours straight at this point. Seriously, I get up every 7-8 hours to pee and eat a bowl of cereal, and then I'm back down for the count. I have never been this pervasively exhausted in my whole life. I am genuinely worried that my heart is going to take a nap, too, and then I'll be dead. I would go to the hospital but I'm sure I smell really bad right now and I'm too tired/afraid of falling asleep and drowning to shower and I don't want to leave the house looking this way.
So anyway.
I am going to do my damndest to stay conscious for the Oscars tonight so I can try to write about them tomorrow, but, until then, my good friend Laremy over at Film.com is doing some pretty exhaustive Oscars coverage. He's a damn funny guy, and I'd encourage you all to head over there and check it out.
Click here to read. />So, um, I know I'm basically like a factory of excuses these days, and I understand that the overwhelming majority of you hate me right now, but just as soon as my life and my posting got back into a normal swing, I came down with that awful flu that's sweeping the nation. I'm basically immobile. I have been sleeping for nearly 48 hours straight at this point. Seriously, I get up every 7-8 hours to pee and eat a bowl of cereal, and then I'm back down for the count. I have never been this pervasively...