We’re currently fighting. Not because of the filet, thankfully, because that was delightful. But suddenly, on top of a shitty sunday, you’ve decided to contract some sort of lovely virus that I’m hoping will only last a few hours. I’m really tired of throwing up through my nose. If you could just stop the spasms for a few minutes so that I can drift into a quiet, vomitless slumber, I would be highly appreciative.