So you might be asking yourself, "Why the fuck would Jeff be online when he's allegedly on vacation?"

Simply put, I think I got airplane funk. After getting here in Orlando yesterday, I enjoyed a few beverages at the Hard Rock, did a little stuff at USF, was amazed at just how much alcohol they were selling (never got close enough to the Daughtry concert), and by the time I got back to my room, I knew something wasn't right.

Woke up feeling super shitty. Forced myself on Dueling Dragons and a few other things at IOA. Got back into bed by 2. Woke up three hours later with a nice fever, but forced myself out into the world again. Medicated, but I'm tired again. I'm semi-functional, and I'm hoping to beat this so I can enjoy myself tomorrow.

And wouldn't you know it, it was in the high 50's the first part of the day here. That shit followed me from Cleveland.