I’m dying. Ok, we’re all dying. But for real. My bed is calling me. I’m the biggest baby when I’m sick, as most guys are. This could be due to the fact that I am absolutely never sick, ever. So when I am I turn into a giant E-Trade baby. Injuries don’t phase me, but HOLY CRAP IF MY STOMACH HURTS AND MY HEAD ACHES IT IS A STATEWIDE EMERGENCY. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home to die in peace.