There’s a bug going around, and it checked into my sinuses on Zombie Jesus Day. What jet-setting rhinovirus could pass up the spacious accomodations evident in my dental x-rays? Not this one. The replicatory festivities are winding down after a three day/four night stay. I hope that I can stop clinging to my box of Kleenex tomorrow–just in time for my three-day eleven-film weekend.