Special Guest Post by Zack.
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My wife is on drugs.  ON DRUGS.  I believe that she mentioned this the other day.  (Perhaps not the drugs part, but the sick part that precipitated the drug part.)  The result of said sickness has been a horrible hacking noise that emanates from her very soul as her body struggles to rid itself of the little bastard microbes that are currently afflicting her.

So she went to the doctor.  I don’t believe in doctors, but she does, probably because they hook her up with narcotics.

As a result of the visit, Sarah has been busy sucking back on a bottle of the world’s most powerful Nyquil and hanging around the house in a rather foggy disposition that is generally not conducive to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), the acronym that sounds phonetically much like the horrid noises emanating from her.

There has also been a general lack of enthusiasm for all things requiring effort,  and so I have been tasked with fulfilling today’s post.  This may actually have something to do with the fact that Sarah is ON DRUGS, and doesn’t quite realize what she’s allowing me to do with this most sacred of internet realms, but hey I’ll take what I can get.

The reality of the situation is that we’re basically old, even though we’re only in our twenties, and as I write this we’re already in bed. Sarah is right next to me pulling on my leg hair, something that typically irritates me to no end. This time is no different, and she continues to poke and prod as if I were some sort medical school cadaver.  She has lost her voice, her ability to type, her vision in her left eye, feeling in her right foot, and has developed early onset male pattern baldness, but retains enough of her spirited demeanor to pull my leg hair.

By now however I’ve learned to deal with it, because if I’m honest, its pretty much the only thing she does that bugs me.  She’s that awesome.  Even when she’s ON DRUGS.