The CEO hates to do it, but tomorrow I think I will actually go to the doctor’s office and get some antibiotics. I haven’t taken any since I had strep throat back in ‘92, because usually I get over things on my own pretty quickly. It’s not happening this time, and my lungs just can’t hold much more phlegm.

I blame Jr. and the crazy mutant little kid germs he continually exposes me to. All part of his plan perhaps?