Thanks, Scott. My wife went off on a trip the day after it happened, my son is off to play a show, but I think our old-cat Tiger is trying to hug me. Cats always know when things suck. Those friggin, zombified cells. Not like a virus, where the virus has a plan to reproduce when its host is cold. Just bad programming that spreads to the other cells. Senseless death.
March 15, 2013