Like a stupid person from Stupidsville, I thought that a day of relative good health was a sign that my cold was going to be one of those 24 hour deals.
Little did I know.
Little. Did. I. Know.
As I sit here fighting through the fog in my brain, trying to come up with some witticism to account for the fact that I’m throwing up a YouTube post in order to provide me with a bit of breathing space without breaking my 200+ day streak of posts, my face is leaking from ALL the orifices, my body is aching, and all I really want to do is curl up and sleep (which ain’t happening, because of course it’s too hot right now).
I’m not going to leave you without a post, though! Oh no! I’m sticking with this shit, even if I suspect you’d all be forgiving if I missed a day due to the death plague currently percolating in my sore brain.
Here are some horror shorts, from me to you. I promise, I haven’t sneezed on them.