I'm asking for Servo's hand in marriage.

All righty...I'm sick, and April's pampering me, loving woman that she is. You know something is wrong when you're shivering with 4 blankets on you, and you feel so, so lethargic. 7 AM, check my temp...101.2.

Definitely not coming to work. I call Laurie, who is not happy to hear the news, and laments that there's no one in until 12.

Waah. Poor baby has to do some work. Hell, I said I'd gladly come in and get everyone sick. Later on, she called, and told me that she hopes I feel better tomorrow...because I open. And if I don't come in, those machines won't get turned on until noon. No pressure.

So, I've been loafing and popping drugs all day.

6 and a half hours remain until bracket deadline. I've got 17...1 more, I've got a record.

And in the interests of donutdom:

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that. You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness. Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you. And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.

What Donut Are You?

And also, in the interests of pizzadom:

Cheese Pizza

Traditional and comforting. You focus on living a quality life. You're not easily impressed with novelty. Yet, you easily impress others.

What's Your Pizza Personality?

Ok, resting now.