I'm coughing less tonight. My chest feels less stepped-on. I think I'm turning the corner. On the other hand, my mouth tastes like a rusty pipe, my eyes are seeing everything in anamorphic widescreen, and I keep feeling parts of my body that don't exist. More specifically, I have the disturbing impression that I have transformed into a lizard. My brain hasn't felt this odd since cpratt made me try Maizoro Barbie cereal back at the house on John Street. Fear my pointy, pink tongue!