My cookies have become a scary animated smiley face. My signature has been replaced with a maroonish picture of a gas mask. If my feelings were a song, it would have to be Egypt Central... "You make me sick, but I love what we're doing here... You make me sick, but I can't be the only one... you make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick, you make me sick sick sick sick sick!!!"
So, this morning I got a 'cure' from Julieann. But the question is... do I really
want to be cured? Cuz I'm "Down with the sickness" as Disturbed as that might sound.
