head up, head down. turn around. sit down.

The Angel of Death hath strucken us-eth.

I blame Fiesta, really.
One good man at a time, we've all succumbed to the mighty Plague.
One good man at a time, I've seen run past the open door of my room to waste his breakfast/lunch/dinner in the toilet.

And just when I thought the worst was over, I woke up to worse.
Much. Much worse.


Prayers for these dying..


anita said...

thats what comes of too much chip and dip.

a small price to pay.


BarbarianDave said...

The little joys of communicable diseases!