Yesterday was Julie's birthday. Guess what she got? The flu. Yay!

Poor thing. She's been puking all morning. I'm not too worried about catching it because a few weeks ago, I helped myself to a heaping dose of the flu vaccine courtesy of my employer. As I told Jason, I could make out with Julie and other than the disgust and shame I'd feel for that gross act of heterosexuality, I'd be perfectly fine.

Elliott however is not fairing so well. Julie brought home a bunch of helium-filled balloons someone gave her, apparently forgetting about The Great Balloon Freak-Out of 2002. That's when I bought a bunch of balloons to take to work the next day and Elliott WIGGED OUT SOFA KING BAD. Apparently balloons defy all logic to him and freak his shit. They are hidden in the bathroom right now, but he still senses their presence so he's being VERY cautious.

At least now, he won't follow me into the bathroom.