2008 is starting off on an inauspicious note. Yesterday I came down at work with a crazy illness of some sort. I think it was omega-hippoitus-flu-classIV cold. Or something. I left work midday and barely made it home, and actually considered calling 911 at some point (Memo to self: Find out when I'm getting my new health insurance card). A Nyquil induced 24 sleep session followed. I heard rumors of this deadly virus spreading through NYC. True? Will I wake to be a zombie hunting after the last surviving man who looks a lot like Will Smith?