Well, it's official. I'm sick. It seems to be a highly mutated form of Miles' bug. I think my body must be some maniacal chemist's lab. I still don't think I'm as virus-defeated as Miles (Did anyone else hear that demented laugh that just filled my ears?), and I am hoping my metamorphosed bug will not journey to that destination. And that it won't require medical attention, heh.

I suppose seeing the boy was worth it. I enjoyed every moment of his visit, and would not have had it any other way. However, my ill family, who saw him marginally less, may not be quite so charitable in their estimation of his stay.