How sick you ask?
Well, my sinuses are expelling more fluid than Marcus Bachmann at a nude, all-male revival of A Streetcar Named Desire.
So I've decided to skip this week's Thursday advice blog, mainly because I'm so high on various medications that I'm likely to encourage a reader to head down to Tijuana and take part in a "donkey show" as an alternative to banging her sexually-retarded lover. And since bestiality will never be the answer, I'm sitting this one out.
But because I can't just leave you crazy kids High and Dry, here's a link to Dan Savage's (my gay-husband/person who has no fucking clue who I am) advice column. Enjoy.
I'm off to Tijuana. Olé, y'all!