Sick. In more ways than one.

So I'm some kind of sick. Not sure what it is, but I feel like I got bit by some tropical insect that sucks the life out of you and makes it so all you want to do is sleep. I'm not sure if it's allergies or what, but I feel like my head is a balloon on a string floating slightly above my neck. So my Cleveland trip story will need to wait a few days until I hopefully don't feel like a steaming pile. In the meantime, I saw this on the way home:

I know what you're thinking. So what? They're all excited and happy about having an open apartment for rent and wanted to share the news. I can certainly understand that.

A little too happy, I think. I don't think smiley faces and balloons are really appropriate, given the, um, circumstances:

I'll be back in a day or two, I promise. Assuming I don't succumb to what I can only assume is a tsetse fly bite. If so,


  1. HAHAHAHA all the way around!

    Peace <3

  2. I've known some people who would illicit that kind of reaction if they "vacated" their elderly housing.

  3. Nothing clears out apartment space like DEATH!


  4. Nah. You've just come down with a case of "Cleveland." Here, we all feel like you do, most of the time.

  5. Why does the sign look like a tombstone? Coincidence?

  6. kristina2:28 PM

    Relax people, they've just been transferred from their apartment to the actual old folks group home, where they will die. No old folks have died in the vacating of these apartments... at least, I think so... that's what they told me when I applied anyway...