so it turns out that if you live in the 98122 or the 98112 you've been chilling and barfing and wishing for life to end immediately. The flu is running rampant in Madison Park and it seems like everyone's got a funny "when it hit me" story to go along with it.

Mine?

You'll just have to wait and hear all about it tomorrow, on MY BIRTHDAY, at Umi. You'll laugh until Sake comes out of your nose, I promise.