"Your voice sounds like a garbage disposal." — Korina

Actually, that's the best description I've heard so far. My voice has a lovely death rattle/gargling quality usually akin to a two pack-a-day smoker after he's swallowed a pound of wet, fine gravel.

It's times like these when I really should do a podcast.

My weekend has pretty much been a bust and filled with sleeping, napping and — oh yeah... more sleeping. I've been in a Nyquil-induced coma pretty much since I came home Friday. So much that even Elliott's said, "Um, hey man. Shouldn't you like get up and do something this weekend?"

That something, of course, was feed him.

I'm missing the All Souls Procession with Homer. I'm a bit bummed out about that — I love the All Souls Procession — but I just don't have the energy. I'll celebrate the dead in my own way.

By taking a nap.