Things I got for Christmas: warm shirts, Bose headphones, gift cards, a Corona hat with a bottle opener in the brim and a monster cold. As I sit here reflecting on the festivities, my chair has become a dangerous biohazard zone not to be entered upon pain of sore throat and uncontrollable sneezing.
I feel like this is my forty-second cold of the year, and reasonable or otherwise I can not help but blame my own children. They are ambulatory petrie dishes of casual infection, and you are taken in by their innocence and adorable mispronunciation of words at your own peril. As I sit here and suffer, my own son is playing happily with his new Kinect, annoyingly healthy and happy.
As for the week, it is another seven trips around the axis without much new on the store shelves. Given the predictably outstanding deals to be had on the many downloadable sources now available, it's hard to imagine a need this week for new games. Go pick up something on Steam is you need to spend some money. As for me, I'll be chugging shots of NyQuil tonight as though it were Jägermeister on my 21st birthday.
See you next week.