Lemme tell you, having a borderline high-grade fever* is no fun. I've lived through the last 48 hours on tea, pasta, and some chocolate for fat and sugar.

I'll justify any way I wish, thank you. Bite me.

Anyway, after 48 hours I knew that some kind of meat was in order, preferably something that could be delivered - and even better would be something from my favorite eating establishment.

So I placed an order with the local "you buy it, we'll fly it" outfit and listened to my stomach growl.

Imagine my surprise when I found this note placed with my order:



Yup, Holly's a sweetheart. And I know you're all jealous 'cause she loves meeee!

Love and pasta, and wings that make you go "Awww!",
John

*The fever is still hovering around the 100 degree mark. I anticipate wearing long johns to the FOL gig at Magic Bean tomorrow night!