By David Ponce
If I could find a way to be sicker than I am now, I’d have to be awarded a price of some sort. I’m hoping that the morning dew will bring along with it peace to the firestorm in my stomach (see, I’m a poet!), but chances are your Tuesday morning will be spent OhGizmo-less. Andrew is also out, far as I know, so my apologies to you all.
Tune is Wednesday.
Please.
