Starve a fever, feed a cold, and drink a sinus infection under the goddamn table.

People, I'm really sad about this whole failing to post on November 12 thing. Seriously, I had big plans. I had a list. On the up side, I did get to use up the rest of the sick time that, had I not used it, would've turned into some extra vacation time. Woohoo.

Although, hey, I see that a consolation prize has been added, so now I have a good reason to keep going.

One of the things on the list was to start a directory of Spamkus, and at some point I will do that, but for now, here is another single poem.

Spamku #6

News, non-sex linked
worn accompany;
He nodded I've done so don't;
backscatter backhand.