You know the Ebola has gone to your brain when...

So over the last couple days, I suddenly picked up a nasty illness. Headache, fever, sore throat - the works. The last couple nights were particularly awful. Tossing and turning, coughing, crazy dreams, alternating between sweating and freezing, etc. Around 4am last night I had finally had enough. I gave up on sleeping for a while and turned on the TV.

And I wound up watching an entire episode of Full House on Nick at Nite. For those of you not in the know (the fortunate ones), Full House was a late 80s/early 90s "comedy" which starred Bob Saget, the little Olsen twins, and like seven other horribly non-humorous actors including the incomparably awful guy that played the mullet-haired Joey character.

When I woke up for like the 14th time around noon today and finally hoisted myself out of bed for good, it took me a little while to remember all the fabulous details from last night, including: the 2am chocking on phlegm incident... spending a demented hour lying in bed and stressing over the Asian tsunami disaster because I somehow thought I was in charge of coordinating the immense and complicated aid effort... and the best of all, *voluntarily* watching Full House.