Called in sick today- I’m totally wiped out.

If they need anything urgent, I can launch it remotely… the rest of my time is going to be spent in or around bed.

Some evil Aztec sorcerer is messing with my digestive tract, and is drying out my skin. Or maybe it’s a side effect of Disney World’s weather control device used to relocate Charley.

I wonder if it’s true that prehistoric burial involved putting a corpse in the ground so that it could be reborn, like a plant, or if it was just a method of cleanup… having bodies just laying around can’t be terribly sanitary.