So I have a deadly infection.

I'm infected with some sort of bacteria strain, close to my brain.  The nurse says it could be fatal.  I may have only minutes to live - and the fate of the world rests in my hands.  Or I could be exaggerating. Slightly. As much as this sucks, I find it isn't too bad. It could certainly be much worse.

The weather in Texas is never predictable, but lately it's been pretty crappy.  Probably just due to it being winter, but the rain and the snow (yes, it happened) really made going to work miserable.

I'm having trouble focusing on anything worthwhile, and thank God for caffiene or I'd be dead asleep. Perhaps tomorrow would be better for writing.